The Husband and I got in the car Sunday morning and headed to Sunday School and church, much as we have for the past 42 years. We left about the same time, drove the same route, and parked in the same spot in the parking lot. Yes, all was pretty much the same as usual.
It was on the ride to church that my thoughts traveled to change. I put on my lipstick as we pulled out of the driveway as I usually do and I noticed several wrinkles and gray hair in the mirror. I looked over at The Husband and his hair was whiter and grayer than mine. Whew! At least that's good news. :)
Our road has more houses than it did 42 years ago and it's paved all the way through. It also has houses that have been on the road longer than ours. Houses that house friends, sweet neighborhood widows, and those we have known for 42 years. As we drove on, thought, I began to notice on our route houses that used to house those we know who have now passed on to heaven. There were several--the one across the street which housed the best neighbors ever, a widow who loved us, a widower who lived to an old age, and even a house where one of my elementary school friends had lived and I had spent much time there in sleepovers and play. Those parents, too, had passed on to heaven. Then at the end of the road was the house that had housed my sister's best friend and her family....grown now but parents and brother passed on and the house belonged to others. So many changes...so many.
I think of our country and the turmoil that change is bringing. I think of the dreaded covid that is changing so many lives either directly or indirectly. Who ever knew I would wear a mask in public just to try to remain medically safe? Who ever thought one couldn't go to the hospital with a sick loved one? Who knew the grocery shelves might be emptier and even bare in spots not even because of the threat of a snowstorm? Yes, there are so many changes....and not even covid related.
I carried my camera in my purse to church. I had been told it was Grandparents' Day by The Girl so I decided maybe we would get a photo with The Grandbaby. We had also taken one when she was just a wee thing so we sort of recreated that photo. Take a look.
I see some changes in the two photos. We could play "how many differences can you find"? My hair is flatter and the glasses are different, The Poppa has hair now even though it's very white, and The Grandbaby has certainly grown. Then you notice things that are the same.....the church interior, the white shirt, the same flowers in the sanctuary, and a hair decor for The Grandbaby. If I had been smart, I would have worn the same dress from five years ago as I still have it and it's a favorite as it has been for the past twenty years but alas, I wasn't smart on Sunday. The cross in the background on the wall was built by The Husband and represents a crucifixion and a resurrection that changed life for all believers....for me, for The Husband, for The Grandbaby, and for you, too.
Other things that stand out to me in this photograph are the things that remain the same. Things that really aren't "things". Smiles, joy, expressions of love and happiness....those kind of "things". Those are the important things that never change no matter what.
Today has been a day of faith building and an answer to a long time prayer. That answer was exactly what my family had hoped and in a way could be classified as one of those miracle things. No, it's not my story to tell so you will just have to wonder, but you take my word for it--THE FAITHFULNESS OF MY GOD WILL NEVER CHANGE! That's not to say if the answer had not been miraculous that the Lord would not have been faithful, He is always faithful, but for today, I'll take a miracle!
So changes come and then some things never change.....consider....
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