When things happen unexpectedly, sometimes I wonder if God’s trying to get my attention. This past Thursday afternoon, I was going about my everyday routine. Clyde (my yellow lab) and I hurried down the driveway to get the mail.
Well, I was hurrying.
Clyde was poking around, sniffing the fall air, and checking out patches of pine straw.
I had a lot to do that day, so I didn’t pause to study the changing seasons.
But what I found buried in the stack of mail got my attention.
It was anything but ordinary.
A plain white envelope from a dear friend.
Inside was an old picture of my husband and me at a wedding.
No note enclosed.
Just a photo carefully wrapped in a paper towel.
She’d written one word on the back.
I sat on the front porch steps remembering when we were younger–that season in life when I was a new mother, folding diapers, bringing babies home from the hospital.
How fast it all goes.
Almost twenty years since this picture was taken.
Now the children are all grown. And we’re older. A different season.
We’re middle-aged–no longer in the summertime of life.
Maybe we’re in the fall of our lives?
A couple of days later, I showed my husband the picture. “What do you think?” I said.
“About us. How young we looked. About life. About everything.”
He studied the picture. Didn’t say anything.
“Your hair is shorter in the picture,” he finally said.
“And yours is longer, but don’t you get it? We’re not young anymore.”
“So what. We’re still us.”
I taped the picture to the refrigerator and smiled.
It’s good to remember the past, anticipate the future, and always be grateful for the present.
Willie Nelson sings about the seasons of life in an oldie but goodie.
Take a break and listen. I think you’ll love it too.
What life season are you in right now?
Are you anticipating something in the future?