Parents understand what it means to love so much that it hurts. The reality of time and how unbelievably fast it washes by us settles in while it cunningly carries away baby dolls, action figures, ballet classes, stuffed animals, and tiny hands and feet. Each moment of time is one that can never be regained. The relationships we have at the moment things are happening, change. Those living during our most precious and mundane times, change. Every new day we're all different from the day prior.
What a gift to have beautiful children to love, teach, discipline, sacrifice for, and hold tight and close. It doesn't feel like a gift when it is time to not hold tight and close though. Yet, I think it must be. It has to be, because how could something so wonderful suddenly turn gray and empty? No, it doesn't work that way with God. He gives good and perfect gifts, so when it is time to let go, it is a gift to others. A gift to the world that we must give. I think open palms are a better way to go than clenched fists. Thankfully there is no rule which forbids God from holding us fast as we reach out and release what He's entrusted us with for what it turns out, is just a moment in time. May God comfort all those in a season of letting go of what they love most.
Ps 144:4
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