Last week was the celebration of the Transfiguration of Our Lord. I totally get what the apostles were saying. I would want to erect tents and stay there forever. Life and mission and journey? Forget all that, let me sit here with You, Lord.
My longing to hold on to things the way they are and not pack up and move on was brought home fresh to me this past weekend. All my siblings and my mom were able to get together and have a meal. I had pictures taken of us. I wanted to stay there forever with them. I really like my family. Sadly, I had to get in the car and leave and drive 115 miles home that evening, arriving at 10pm.
As I drove thoughts came to mind like--this may be the last time we are all together. At 92, it could be the last time with Mom. Or any of in our 50s now could have a health crisis or accident.....I really know how to kill the joy, don't I?
I had to carry it on out in my thoughts and ask if that is the right way to see things? Our Lord didn't stay on the holy mountain with those apostles. He went back to work. They went back to work. They didn't forget that lovely experience. It probably carried them through many hard times. They had the lovely memory. (Without digital photos to look at.)
I have the lovely memory of the sweet time I had with my siblings and my mom this past weekend. I need to smile at the memory and go on about the business of living. I need to follow the call in my life and retain the joy. I need to hold onto the joy and not spoil it by wishing for something different or more than it was.
My longing to hold on to things the way they are and not pack up and move on was brought home fresh to me this past weekend. All my siblings and my mom were able to get together and have a meal. I had pictures taken of us. I wanted to stay there forever with them. I really like my family. Sadly, I had to get in the car and leave and drive 115 miles home that evening, arriving at 10pm.
As I drove thoughts came to mind like--this may be the last time we are all together. At 92, it could be the last time with Mom. Or any of in our 50s now could have a health crisis or accident.....I really know how to kill the joy, don't I?
I had to carry it on out in my thoughts and ask if that is the right way to see things? Our Lord didn't stay on the holy mountain with those apostles. He went back to work. They went back to work. They didn't forget that lovely experience. It probably carried them through many hard times. They had the lovely memory. (Without digital photos to look at.)
I have the lovely memory of the sweet time I had with my siblings and my mom this past weekend. I need to smile at the memory and go on about the business of living. I need to follow the call in my life and retain the joy. I need to hold onto the joy and not spoil it by wishing for something different or more than it was.