It happens every year at this time. As the days shorten and school starts, I become contemplative. Maybe it’s a mom thing. Perhaps it’s because for so long, as a new school year approached, there was a lot of work to be done. As a girl, the anticipation of the new school year signaled the end of canning and freezing and the beginning of a season of sewing. My mom and I would page through the Penney’s and Sear’s catalog for inspiration. Then we’d go to the local Lamptons store, search for a pattern or two, buy fabric, and return home to sew for the next couple of weeks. Then as a young mom, fall again signified that it was time to shop and sew for my own kids. Those old feelings still carry over to an excitement as my grandson’s start school but also leads to that contemplative thinking that I find myself in today.
Part of that contemplation is of the world my grandsons now face as compared to the one I faced those many years ago on the farm. What will the world be like when they are my age? After all, we’ve gone from the innocence of the Mickey Mouse Club days to the nonsense of MTV in not-too-many years. Then I think of my life today…the empty places in my heart created from loss, the relentless aging process that claims a bit more of my energy each year, that daily look in the mirror that reflects additional wrinkles and more grey hair, that initial morning arising that signals more aches and pains. Change, change, change….change is inevitable in all things.
Then comes a huge sigh of relief in the midst of all my memories and contemplations…. I can relax and trust in The One who does not ever change. Hebrews 13:8 Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever. Count me so thankful!