Our grandson, Graeme, just stopped by my office on the way to preschool. As soon as he saw me he came running down the hallway and jumped into my arms. "I wuv you so much Poppy! I was so wuwied about you." He then proceeded to climb into one of my office chairs to draw me a picture. "That's a wocketship Poppy...no, no that's an arwopwane. Do you wike arwopwanes, Poppy?" I couldn't order up a better way to begin my day.
In contrast, I visited my Dad a couple of days ago. Dad is 83 years older than my grandson. As uplifting a visit from Graeme is, a visit with Dad is equally difficult. He's struggling just to make it through each day. Each day becomes more difficult than the one before. The harsh reality of aging does not settle well with my father. His sudden outbursts of singing old gospel songs used to be the source of some uncomfortable moments with my Dad as he waited for the forthcoming compliments for which they were intended. Now these sudden outbursts of singing are welcome reprieves from the awkward periods of silence or the difficult ramblings of negativity.
Such is the cycle of life. One young life with years of discovery and learning ahead; and the other nearing the end of the journey. Earthly discoveries are passed. Days of unbridled enthusiasm are long forgotten. Now the future holds life's greatest adventure. The fading light of this temporal existence giving way to the brilliance of an eternal home.
Which deserves my greater love and attention? Do the final days of life hold less value than the first? No, life is a precious gift from God to be celebrated at every moment along the way. So today, I am thankful these two men in my life. They remind me of my own mortality and the need to make the most of this precious gift I've been given. Thanks guys. I love you both.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NKJV)
1 To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
8 A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.