Change, there's nothing permanent in this world. What you've heard, what you've seen a moment ago are now gone in a mere second or so. We love to gather these snapshots of time, of sounds and of colors -- all of them hewn together as memories. A son's first step, the first word he blabbered away, firsts that can never be matched by seconds and thirds. We can all piece them together in our memories. These are our source of joy. The family is our source of joy, much the same with our brothers and sisters in the family of God. They remain the same whatever time and place they may be. They are treasured and held close to our hearts.
But there are times that we truly miss them. To receive consoling word and a comforting hug -these are some of the few kind gestures missed from our beloved friends, pastors, and missionary families. Oh how we wish they were with us during those times of grief and trials.
The steps of the believer are steeped in constant change. Fingers are painfully peeled away from the security of sameness one at a time. Again and again. Great wisdom lies in freeing our fellow sojourners…cherished though they are. With hands freshly loosed we find liberty to embrace the One who will never change, and courage to release to Him those who ever will.
1 comment:
Yeah, nothing's permanent but change. The things we enjoy now are just memories by tomorrow.
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