I m grateful that my life
has been one endless love song…
and grateful for how my soul is always drawn
to the people and the places it belongs
I m grateful that my life
has been one endless love song…
and grateful for how my soul is always drawn
to the people and the places it belongs
If we think of everyone and everything as precious and beautiful…
then every moment this beauty…we should do our best to be enjoying it…
And make it our mission to walk through all this beauty
without damaging or destroying it.
When each of my children were born…at the viewing window
shoulder to shoulder alongside all the other parents standing there
with big smiles on our faces…we couldn’t help but stare…
I remember how we all congratulated each other…
as all new parents do…
I told them how precious their baby was…
and they said how mine was precious too.
In that moment standing together in that special birthing place
we saw the innocence and the purity on each little baby face…
As we marveled at the new lives just created…
and wondered if everyone could hear our individual hearts beating…
we realized how life itself is so beautiful, so fragile…so fleeting.
And having experienced this same feeling with my grand children and great-granddaughter
I am more than happy to say…
seeing our babies as precious is a feeling that never goes away…
And so I wonder:
If as they grow we continued to see every child as precious…
if we can still find the purity and innocence on each face
would our children all be a little bitt happier…would the world be a different place?
If we could see all children through the eyes of a new parent…
as they do on the day their new life begins
we would understood what makes them precious lies beneath their sex,
their gender, their religion…and the color of their skin.
If we think back to what we felt…all those years ago…at are first meeting…
and remind ourselves how beautiful is life…how fragile…and how fleeting.
Hopefully it will give us pause…it might make us think twice…before
we demean another person…or send them off to war.
To everyone…especially leaders and politicians:
The next time you feel like belittling another person…
the next time you feel like sending them off to war…
Please…before you do…
remember…these people whose lives you are so callous with…
are precious to someone too.
I am grateful I have come to understand…
how a house is a structure
with floors, 4 walls, a roof and a ceiling
but home is much more than that…
it is an awareness…a sense…a feeling.
Which means whenever my family is near
even if it’s just thinking about them
or talking to them on the phone
from the many places they may roam…
Wherever I am at the time…
I will always feel at home.
May we all be blessed to grow up in
and then provide a home
that is a safe sanctuary for our family…
A home filled with:
patience,
love
acceptance
forgiveness…
peace
and a feeling of serenity
When you’ve lived in a house for a long time…
every now and then you take a moment to pause…
and reflect on how you’ve learned to live with, accept…
and even come to love it’s little flaws.
But when you’re putting that house up for sale…
and it comes to those little flaws over the years your house has collected…
there’s a good chance a new family…would want those flaws corrected.
So we’re in the process of fixing what we can…as we prepare to sell…
while at the same time preparing to highlight the strengths
of a house that has aged and weathered so well.
A little paint and a few repairs…will go a long way to fix those flaws…
both big and small.
but what has made this house our home
are the memories we’ve etched upon its walls.
Our hope is that we’ll be entrusting our house
to a family with children not yet fully grown.
That a new generation will take the memories we’ve made
and add memories of their own.
For that is one of the wonders of a home
even though it is filled memories that have been etched upon it’s walls before
as long as it’s still standing…there will always be room for more.
We will observe potential buyers as through our house they flow…
and when that right family comes along…we’re confident we’ll know.
We’ll watch the couple as they enter the house
and when they silently squeeze each other’s hand…we’ll listen for their sighs
a host of future memories…unfold before their eyes.
When we feel the memories they make…will seamlessly blend with ours…
we’ will immediately understand…
and as we head off to the mountains…we’ll know our old home is in good hands.
It’s our hope they will love this house as much as we have…
and as the years progress will take a moment every now and then to pause
and reflect on how they’ve learned to live with, accept
and even come to love not only this old house
but all its little flaws.
I am grateful for being the captain of my friend ship
which as it sails across life’s ocean
has welcomed friends aboard along the way
has seen some go ashore at different ports
while others, I know, will be sailing with me
until my dying day