“forever is composed of nows.” Emily Dickenson
Now: recovering from a mild concussion, “pink shorts/don’t care”, having fun with a neighbor-friend (who arrived wearing his shirt), fried chicken party from mom in the kitchen, swimming in the pond, lacrosse in the yard.
Now: another summertime for romance
Now: with a little adoring sister who loves her, too.
Now: freedom to soar, to fly, to play
Now, with a faithful furry friend or two.
Now: time for graduation parties, a dear cousin, a loving family, and yummy food.
Now: contemplating a secret recipe, sleuthing, enjoying.
Now: for oops and for trying your best to recover what you lost.
Now: innocent childhood, cousins, holding hands, exploring magical places.
Now is the time for youth, skipping stones, bare feet, a mama who adores you.
Now: a tire swing hung from an old apple tree, and glow stick bracelets, and soft green grass.
Now: a trip back home to where your Dad grew up, climbing trees, flowers in the garden.
Now: for memories, for listening, for fathers and daughters.
Now; driving four hours to get back in time to watch your boy play baseball.
Now; cheerful friends, watching the boys play, music, blazing sunshine.
Now time to go home and fall into bed with that delicious “by God’s grace I did it all” feeling, and “it was very good”.
And now it’s time for me to do lots of laundry in a ponytail, shorts and bare feet, with a dear son at home, thinking of the children at school taking finals, planning a graduation party, looking forward and not backward, reading and praying, talking to Jesus, a song or two, thankful always, with love all around. . . . . . .
Philippians 3:13 “… I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on. . .”