Autumn in Argentuil
I spent most of today driving to visit with my father who is in the hospital. I’ve still got a few hours to go in the morning, so I’m writing this from a hotel room.
Sometimes my prayers are very clear. Long ago I learned that God’s plan for me is better than my own, so I don’t present Him with a list of my current wants. Instead, I pray to trust Him enough to let go of my own concerns, fears or desires. Today my thoughts were a bit jumbled and I was forced to just be quiet as I drove.
I had a sense, that I’m going to relate as though it were spoken.
“Look at the trees,” He said as I drove through Virginia. “As the leaves die, they take on their most gorgeous colors. During the summer, they all wore the same basic green, but at the end, each has a slightly different hue. Some are red; others orange or gold or brown.”
I thought He was telling me that there is a beauty in passing from one phase to the next.
I’m glad I was listening.
It’s the middle of the night, and we just got back from the airport. At half past midnight, our daughter’s flight arrived after her soccer camp.
With all my kids I’m amazed at how I enjoy seeing them learn and do new things while simultaneously knowing that they’re so close to growing up and being on their own.
As we read in Ecclesiastes: The words of David’s son, Qoheleth, king in Jerusalem: Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth, vanity of vanities! All things are vanity! What profit has man from all the labor which he toils at under the sun? One generation passes and another comes, but the world forever stays.
Each generation wants the next to be a little better. Better educated. Better positioned for a successful career. To do well.
However, the most important thing we really want for our kids is for them to do good. To know that God has a plan for them that is better than anything they could ever imagine for themselves. To know how to trust Him.
I don’t have the talent to convince them by logic or clever arguments, so my wife and I have to try to teach by example. Examples like showing up together (complete with her brother) at the airport in the middle of the night with a small (Walmart) bouquet and her favorite Tropical Smoothie.
I figure that if we show them what love is, it cannot lead anywhere but to God.
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