Today is moving day; moved into this house 27 years ago. 5 kids under the age of 9. New state, new church, new opportunities, new people. Our lives were all in front of us. I tried to remember what I thought life would be like looking ahead into the future. It is not surprising that what God unfolded was nothing like I had imagined.
Now 27 years later I’m moving again. Only this time instead of moving with my wife and 5 children, it is only me. The Lord took Ruth home 3 years ago after a 3 ½ year chapter entitled brain cancer. The kids are all grown and have their own homes and families. 20 months ago I was also diagnosed with cancer. But, at least for now, the treatments have accomplished what was needed.
So, here I am. New, smaller house and this time just a new city, not a new state. Many good and wonderful friends in the Lord and yes, once again new opportunities. Only this time I have no illusions that I‘ll be around to do another 27 year remembrance.
So, how do I measure 27 years? There are many ways to do that, for sure. But, as I was thinking about that this morning, I remembered the oak trees. When we first moved here the previous owner had just planted some oak saplings. They did not even reach up to my waist and were not much thicker than a pencil. The picture of the trees with this post are those same oaks.
These oaks measure the passage of time as well as anything I can think of this morning, this last morning in this house with all of the memories and thoughts of 27 years.
3,000 years ago, David was also thinking about the passage of time. His words in Psalm 31 are good words for me to let sink deeply into my heart this day. I pray they will bless you as well.
But I trust in you, Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hands.