If you post on Facebook regularly, you are familiar with your “memories” from a year or two or five popping into your daily newsfeed.
This week, this photo memory caught my attention.
It was exactly one year ago that one of my new daughters-in-law very bravely, on her own, bought a cute little house. She searched, weighed pros and con, did the math and just plain did a great job on her first home purchase. Our son was out of town, so I snapped this picture and posted it on Facebook. The message was that Andrew had much to look forward to.
I’ve been reflecting on the good stuff from April 2015 to April 2016.
- This particular son came home to a big wedding and a new home. He’s only a few weeks away from his university graduation.
- We had a mini family reunion last June… so rare to get our sons together.
- Our son, David, got married right after Christmas prompting yet another family reunion.
- Recently, Doug and I went on our first vacation in 4 years. It was extra special to have our oldest son and his wife with us.
- On said vacation, we witnessed David retire from a 21 year military career… and enjoyed quality time with our newest daughter-in-law.
- And sprinkled throughout the year were holidays and occasional Sundays with grandchildren.
Fortunately, Facebook doesn’t throw our screw ups and failures into the daily newsfeed. But you never know… I suppose they could develop an App for that!
Those happy memories I listed, came easily to mind. I’m glad, because I’ve worked hard to stay focused on the good and let go what pulls me down.
The reality is that lingering close by, on the flip side of good, are the hard parts of life none are exempt from: health issues, fractured relationships, losses, having to wait. The photo I snapped and posted to Facebook a year ago was for a military son in Iraq. David followed for a short deployment later in the year. And after Andrew’s happy wedding day, the very day after, his youngest brother was seriously injured in a motorcycle crash.
I had no idea this past year, April to April, would be filled with so much good and so much hard. I’m glad I didn’t know. And kind of think that’s how God must plan it.
I’m learning. To rejoice in the good stuff. To rejoice. Period.
To hold lightly the hard. Fix and learn what I can. Then let it go.
Over and over and over again.
This week we had several days of summer weather. At 8 o’clock one evening, there were still soft breezes.
The next evening we had a very different sky.
And before I had the dishes done, it was raining.