This time of year always makes me just a wee bit melancholy.
The lazy days of summer are drawing to a close.
Fall is creeping into our evenings and mornings.
And a new chapter of life is upon us.
But, for some reason, this time of year she always seems to stay a little closer to my side. I see my boys' crazy growth spurts that have taken place over the summer, we have just had two of the three birthdays with another rolling right around the corner - and I can't help but just stop and shake my head at the new ages they proudly wear when asked how old they are.
And I wonder afresh...
Have I savored them enough?
Have I treasured these days as I should have?
And when the time comes for them to really fly, will I have lived these fleeting years well so that I'll have no regrets?
I'm pretty sure I'll always have regrets. I'll always wish I had done something better...savored longer...spent more time at play than at work.
And the fact that His mercies are new every morning.
We do the absolute best that we possibly can, we love the absolute hardest that we know how to love, we make the best decisions that we know how to make and that seem the best for our little family...
And Jesus covers it, and redeems it all.
He brings beauty out of the messes that we make, and He restores and revives and fills in the gaps of all of our failings. Our babies and our homes and our lives and our days are all His in the first place anyway, right? All that we have is His - and He is far more invested in these little lives than we could ever think of being.
I will forever be slayed by these growing up milestones of life.
They are little boys growing up and moving right along with time.
They are mine for only a little bit longer.
And then I am reminded....that they are all His in the first place.
And the world rights itself just a little bit again....