I love watching my oldest kids growing into adults. For too long, I was focused on what I was losing - my dependent child, gathered physically under my protective wings. And don't get me wrong, letting go of that is HARD stuff. I'm so grateful that I still have seven more kiddos to go, and I can't imagine what I'll feel when my last little ones approach that season. But as the sadness recedes, I'm left with a sense of wonder, and a need to communicate the beauty of this season to my children.
Seasons of transition are hard. Sometimes we have hour-plus conversations on how hard it is be in the "waiting period" of life - working towards a future that seems distant and somewhat hazy, but beguiling and enchanting. In my new "advisory" role, as a parent of an adult child, I find myself dispensing sage truisms about keeping focused on the day-to-day and finding joy in the seemingly never-ending college days. Ah, but then I realize I must preach those same things to myself every day. How I need to be reminded most days!
Modern life often seems like a hamster-wheel of racing from one checkpoint to another. Life will TRULY begin after high school, after college, after getting a job, after buying a house, after marriage, after starting a family, after completing a family, after your last child leaves the nest, after retirement, after you get to the mission field. And those are all potentially good and wonderful things. God made us, unique amongst his earthly creation, with the ability to dream and plan But how easily, in our corruptible earthly bodies, are our eyes and hearts turned away from The One Who Knows All Things as we ask him to proverbially hold our jackets while we get to work and that once we've just Arrived, we will be ready for him. Of course, that's a lie, and a most dangerous one indeed. We've arrived the moment we were given a regenerate heart! None of this human striving makes us one whit more precious in his sight. And too often, if you are anything like me, the striving serves as a mighty fine distraction at best and at worst, a source of a low, but steady grumbling spirit that destroys joy.
Instead, sisters (and brothers too, although I do think this is often a weakness that women are uniquely drawn to) let us focus our hearts and minds on Jesus Christ and treasure his Gospel story above all other things. Determine to know Jesus Christ and Him crucified every single day. Let that be the water that slakes every thirst, the milk that nourishes your soul, and the wine that you delight in.