I’m a hoarder.
Don’t get me wrong.
- My garage still holds two cars.
- No towers of old newspapers line the hallways of my home.
It’s the nooks and crannies of my mind that bulge with stuff. Every memory I can get my hands on had been squished and squeezed into any available space.
You see, my daughter is going away to New Zealand for six months. That’s a long time.
So, I’ve been trying to
- go out to coffee with her.
- stay up for late night chats.
- clear my schedule for shopping and spontaneous lunch dates.
Can’t stop. I’m a mom. Holding on is what I’m wired to do.
That’s why I pretend nothing will never change. Everyone will stay the same. Life will stay on pause just where I want it to.
I just can’t let go.
Deep down I know the truth.
- Kids grow up.
- Parents age.
- Family dynamics change.
Basically, nothing is this world stays the same. neighborhoods change. Churches Change. Even the weather patterns change.
Only God stays the same. Yesterday, today and forever.
- He is always with us even though we cannot look upon His face.
- He understands us even though we are sometimes confused about who we even are.
- He knows where we are headed even if we are not sure where we have even been.
Best part of all – He keeps us in the hollow of His hand. You. Me. The ones we love. We are together there.
Makes New Zealand seem not so far away.