Today’s lesson… life has chapters. Each one unique, some extra sweet, but none go on forever. Clinging to the last one means that you miss cues (and beauty) in this one.
Did I ever think that by 55 I’d be married to my dear one, with grown and happy offspring (near and far), living in a wonderful city neighborhood, and free to type whatever my heart renders? Nope.
Did I ever think that church would be a source of nostalgia? Nope. But here we are. Poignant as my Facebook feed fills with news of the wider church and I feel the tug.
The question is simple: carpe diem or wallow. We can’t have it both ways.