Sunday, November 8, 2015

When the Kids Grow Up

 Last Friday night was an interesting moment for me.  I was home alone.  That’s not always a bad thing.  I love people, but sometimes solitude refuels my soul.  For some reason, Friday night was too quiet. 

My wife was headed to New Hampshire, where she and four other ladies from Northside would lead a women’s conference for a church there.  My heart is thrilled at all the ways God uses her.  I’ve been to that church and ministered as well, and I knew they were in for a great time, and would be a blessing from the Lord for that congregation.  Higher Ground Baptist Church is only eight years old, and already making a huge kingdom impact. 

Our youngest daughter was babysitting and would be gone for the evening.  I enjoy time hanging out with her.  Thankfully, we had an amazing late lunch date after she got out of school and before she went to babysit.  I love her, and I cherish these last couple of years before she heads to college.  Our conversation was never more meaningful than it was over that lunch Friday.  

Then I began to think about the rest of the family.  There’s our Ohio family – our oldest daughter, her husband and three of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen in my life.  Oh how I love them.  I’m looking forward to seeing them in a few weeks.  There’s our Delaware family – our son and his wife.  They’ve just found out they are expecting their first child next summer.  I love them so much as well.  There are days I wish Dover was just an hour away.  There’s our Virginia family – our next daughter, her husband and their son.  I love their love for Jesus, for each other, for people and for life.  There’s not a day goes by it seems that I don’t miss them all. 

Friday night the house was very quiet.  My heart was full of gratitude and memories.  It seems like just a couple of days ago we were moving to Liverpool and they were 8, 5 and 2 with no knowledge yet of our youngest.  Humanly I was sad – because I missed them.  Spiritually – I am grateful for all that God has done and is doing.  In fact, I’m grateful beyond words. 


So here is my challenge to you and to me.  Cherish every day.  Welcome every season.  The kids come into our lives, and then they grow up.  It’s not bad it’s just different.  It’s change but I will welcome this season as well and thank God for all he is doing in each life.  Remember this – sometimes the quiet is the opportunity to reflect, rest and plan for the next season.  God has a plan.  God has a purpose.  God is faithful.  Praise His holy name.