As I type this morning I am sitting at my desk, but it's pointed the wrong way. You see it has been moved into the "spare room/office". The sure sign that I am getting older. This room at one point over the last 20 years was the bedroom to three of my children. Now it is part my office and part "the spare room". A fancy name for storage bin of all that cannot be elsewhere.
As I get older, I see things differently and sense that time marches at a different pace. I get excited like a little kid when Thanksgiving and Christmas roll around. It is a blessing to see my kids come home for the holidays and get excited as adults about our traditions. All the things that we as a family have created over the years that mean so much to Lisa and I have become important to our kids. I guess that is how it is supposed to be. It's the connectedness of the family that grows larger as my house get's emptier.
That is what makes the holiday's so special, their journey home
even as they start their own families and traditions. I am a blessed man as my quiver continues to gather arrows [Psalm 127:4-5].
So whether you have children that cannot make it home or are on their way, be blessed as you gather together and enjoy each others company. God has given us great gifts in each of our children. Soon enough, too soon in fact, that bedroom turns into your office and the spare room. It's how it is supposed to be, but that is what makes it so special when they come home to linger for a day or two and reclaim it as their own.
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