I am missing lots of folks that used to be here. Parents, family, friends; even people that I really didn’t know all that well.
The little kids are growing up, and are taller than my eyes are used to. Whereas they used to be hand high, to pat their heads, now they are looking most of us in the eyeballs, or looking over our heads.
We’re all on the “progression of time” path. We move through days, busy. Often preoccupied. It’s common to look for the differences between “them and us”. We and they. How am I doing? Is it good enough? Is it as good as or less than what others are about? The differences can bring discomfort and unease.
But wait:
We have a lot of similarities, too.
What if we might accept this new year as the beginning of a certain end, and the end of a sure beginning?
The moment of now is what we have. Certainty is less than it used to be. A sure beginning is not part of the plan anymore, if ever it were “truly sure”. . . .
Passing Time
by Maya Angelou
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning.
What if we share together the opportunities of right here and right now? You make the now better. That’s certain. You matter. I matter. So does everyone matter. Together, we are able to see the face of God in each other.
Prayers and encouragement for each of us in 2023. There’s a reason for each of us to be here at this time. You are just right for this time and this place.
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