Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Life Is But A Vapor

Ah, November first. A sunny 61°. Beautiful day!

A little sadness creeps in because my beloved October is gone for another year. Why does it seem to pass more quickly than the other eleven months?

But today is a special day – my husband’s birthday. We’ll have a special dinner, and later, our children and grandchildren will visit, presents in hand, and we’ll enjoy cake and ice cream and a lot of fun together. This is the way it goes in our family. There are many of us. Each birthday and special holiday, we gather at our house, eat and enjoy each other’s company. We are blessed.

We couldn’t have guessed when we eloped on that long ago day in early September – a little more than children ourselves – that one day we’d be the parents of five children, and grandparents of seven grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. We couldn’t imagine ever being old; we had parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles older than we were. Old age was far away!

How could we know when we said, “until death do us part,” that time would pass so quickly – like a dream – and one day those older parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles would be gone and we’d be the senior generation – next in line to deal with our mortality.

James 4:14 says: Life is but a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away. We must try to enjoy each day, appreciate every moment, be thankful for our blessings and, most important, distribute all the love we can. Our love should radiate like the sun, warming everything it touches!

Just like my beloved October, life passes much too quickly. Let us savor each golden day. Every precious moment!




Jon said...

This is so beautiful peg. So much feeling. So much for the rest of us to think about. Thank you! Jon

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Joann said...

Fantastic! This is so beautiful and so true peg. You are right on!
Have a wonderful day with your family. Joann

sam said...

you outdid yourself on this one peg. bet your husband is proud of you. sam

Anonymous said...

Peggy, only a few people, here and there, can write words like these. Not a rhyme among them, but poetry, none the less. How lucky we are to know of your work and of your heart speaking such thoughts.