I feel as I am always trying to remember, even trying to remember to remember. It burdens me. I feel so afraid of everything slipping through my fingers without my heart ever truly connecting in a way that bears an imprint of time, space and memory. I fear forgetting, or more so, not obtaining the pleasure of savoring. I look toward my future and fear the regret of letting these days drift away without being absorbed fully into the bedrock of my soul, because I know these days are moving past me; every year as I put the “too littles” of children garments and shoes in bags to carry away forever, I hear it all whispering and breathing into my mind and heart, it all passing. It will not remain. His and my new lines of life and worries, weights and loves….they all tell me, something is passing by. It is so difficult to live in the moment when you feel the “youth” of your and their life sprinting on as you are desperately trying to cling and REMAIN. In each beginning, I sense an inevitable end. I am watching my children change and grow up into new stages of life, all while I still have a baby and toddler… Beginnings and Endings and all in between. I am feeling some of the weariness of the physical demands of parenting…and it all points to one thing, these days will not remain, nor will my body, nor will theirs. …. So what comfort and hope can I have facing this hard and real truth that we all own. There are some things that remain. I must lift my head and my eyes….
I can REMAIN IN HIM, He will REMAIN in me.
HIS PRESCSENCE REMAINS
HIS PROMISES REMAIN
FAITH, HOPE and LOVE REMAIN
If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.~John 15:7
Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.~John 15:4
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.~1corinthians13:13
Nothing has made me press so deeply into my faith and eternal LOVE as marriage, parenting and the fleeting of days with my loves. These days will pass and end, I have seen in in the vessell of my beloved mother. I have AN ANCHOR FOR MY SOUL. I have HIS WORD.
****here our some pictures from our latest mountain adventure….Im holding on to these days of children. Little boys and little girls…hands, lips and voices. The good and the bad****