Time, like an ever-rolling stream bears all her sons away
They fly, forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.
Can it be June already? And soon September will fly in like a brisk-winged hummingbird-- and then October with her delicious cool air and the scent of burning leaves and the feel of crispness and remembrance.
And we try to hold on to peaceful moments and perfect days and delicious scents and meaningful gifts.
But they fade.
And no matter how tightly we grip them, they eventually slip through our fingers.
A moment, a memory, it flits like a butterfly in the warm summer breeze and then vanishes.
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter rushing by, a kaleidoscope of days - sorrow and laughter, joy and pain meshing together and moving, tripping onward, onward, onward.
I want to hold on to the things of wonder and joy. And I want to loosen my hold on the things that have been painful - loosen my hold without losing my grip on the lessons that I've learned through pain, and the hard-as-iron way that these things have bound me to the Savior who has borne all of my griefs and carried my sorrows.
I want to hold on to joy.
The scent of my Mama's flowers drifting into the open window in the cool of the morning-breeze . . .
The delightful taste of a homemade chocolate cake on my birthday, prepared by the hands of one who loves me . . .
The wonder of Christmas, the family-closeness of Thanksgiving, the glory of Easter . . .
The soft Spring sun seeping in my open window, the birds lifting their beaks upward to the Father of lights and singing, singing, delighting in the beauty of the Creator's day . . .
My Mama's kind smile, her hands gently planting perennials in the garden, pressing the soil firmly around them . . .
My husband's quirky jokes and quick-wit . . . our word-bantering for the fun . . .
The feel of our dog Bonnie's soft fur, the look in her deep eyes as she played with her ball, brushing her old, worn body for love before we had to put her down at 17 . . .
I want to hold on to joy . . .
And I've learned, I've been learning, that when I try to hold on to the things themselves, I lose them.
When I place my delight in the things themselves, when I grasp them too tightly, they slip through my clenched fingers.
I have to let them go . . .
Offer them to Jesus . . .
Offer back His gifts.
And I find; I am finding,
That when I offer them back, I receive them again - a true possession -
And my soul is flooded with joy, built on joy, sustained by Joy -
Because I am really holding onto Him, the Giver of every joy, of every true gift--
And I have the joy of His salvation, His presence, His peace.
Finding out the greatness of His loving heart--
The One who holds all things in his keeping,
For the joy of our hearts.
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