I grew up on top of a hill in Wallingford CT in what we called “the little house with the big view.” The house was really just a winterized summer cottage built by my great-grandfather. It had tiny rooms, a galley kitchen, and a leaky roof. But the view – that was priceless. Looking west on a clear evening provided us spectacular sunsets that lit up the sky. On cloudy days we could see storms approaching as we watched rain and lightning advance ever closer.
Not too long ago, I drove by that special spot. The house is gone. The trees that we used to climb have been cut down. The fields where the horses grazed are empty.
Nothing lasts forever.
That fact – nothing lasts forever – could either be a cause for rejoicing (think – sitting in a dentist’s chair) or a reason to reflect, perhaps even mourn (think – a person/circumstance/place that you miss).
What if we lived with a greater awareness that nothing lasts forever? Would that cause us to appreciate the blessings big and small that exist in our lives? Would we notice the beauty that surrounds us as we hurry from one place to the next? Would we listen – really listen – to the next conversation we hold with a friend or family member? Would we make time to visit or call someone who has been on our mind?
As we approach Thanksgiving, perhaps the statement “nothing lasts forever” will be an invitation to gratitude and thankfulness.
The Bible tells us, “There is a time for every season.” And we all know that seasons change, ebb, flow, and finally end. We cannot alter the passage of time but we can be intentional about noticing and appreciating the moments and the people who fill our lives.
Before my parents moved out of that tiny house on the hill, our whole family gathered there to say a final good-bye. Everyone – adults, children, and grandchildren – were invited to name a spot on the property that held a special memory. We would go to that place, listen to the memory, and give thanks. We stood around the special climbing tree, we walked to the barn and remembered caring for the horses, we squeezed into the microscopic kitchen and reminisced about delicious meals, we sat in the living room and visualized stockings hanging from the mantel and joy being shared.
Through this month of Thanksgiving and beyond, may we be especially aware of the precious gifts that God offers us every day.
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