Pressing on my heart and mind today is the topic of the seasons of life. The springtime of youth and childhood is beautiful. Everything is fresh and new, budding, opening, offering up the radiance of new life.
To see the signs of spring - full of color, awakening of the senses - fresh scents, flower glory, growth almost before your very eyes. Childhood is a beautiful and almost magical time of discovering, learning, and shaping who you are and what you will become.
We reflect on childhood for the duration of our lives. Remembering pleasant or hurtful things that molded who we have become. Even into old age, I see some very dear family members of mine who forget the name of the town they live in, or what they ate for lunch, but remember still the joys of their childhood. My grandmother suffered from dementia in the latter years of her life, but I remember her daily speaking of things from her growing up years, remembering picnics and walks along the road, speaking to her best friends as if they were in the room with us.
These spingtime years are indeed important ones, and as I shape the days and years of my own children's spring, I hope they will reflect on the beauty, simplicity, and joy of being a child. My desire is that they will remember our walks in the park, our fun school days, snuggling up to read before bed, and being together as a family learning about our Lord.
"You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore."
Psalm 16:11 ESV
(tomorrow - summer)