...and a time to every purpose under heaven. -Ecclesiastes 3:1b
It seems as if we have proceeded from summer directly into winter here in NW TN.
I exaggerate (slightly?) but the turning of the leaves has been the extent of our autumnal experience in absence of the gradual decline in temperatures that is generally the norm around here.
As you see, the regularity of seasonal change is part of the pattern of our lives and so we take notice when there are perceived irregularities.
Have you noticed that there is a similar rhythm in the flow of our lives? This is noted by the Preacher in the opening chapters of Ecclesiastes.
In case you're wondering, the beginnings of these musings are as simple as pictures on a wall. Six of them, in fact.
The first is of Joyce, Sandy and me in 19th Century regalia, a riverboat gambler and his family.
Below it is a portrait of Joyce and me, done by Sandy. We are older now, all in black against a blue background.
Below this, arrayed on either side, are four photos of each of our parents. Dads are in the uniform of the U.S. Navy and moms are depicted in their teens. All of them would have been roughly eighteen years of age.
Amazing, isn't it, to think of our parents as teenagers.
Which leads to meditations on the march of time and the nature of things (back to those seasons, hmm?)
I was blessed to be in the home of two dear friends this past Thanksgiving Day. Of all the blessings of the day, the blessing of family was most apparent. Children of children, and their children, filled the spacious home.
It is much the same at GPC. We are a young congregation (excluding myself and a couple of others). Children (and babies!) are everywhere!
It is a season for growing and learning in their lives. And the interaction between young and old is a joy to behold and be part of.
For the young parents, it is a season for creating memories, strengthening bonds of love and sacrificing that these babes might grow in wisdom and knowledge of the Lord.
I will admit I have wondered, watching all this over the past few months, whether God might bring someone special into my life.
And as I sit in Sunday School sharing His Word with three bright young minds, as I sit, on Sunday evenings, in a nursery crackling with youthful energy, it occurs to me:
He already has.