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Last week, we celebrated our daughter’s birthday. Sarah is now nine years old! She is smart, witty, and just a joy to be around. A couple of weeks ago, she ran in the rain…because she could! I can’t wait to see what she does with her one, holy, precious life. Wherever she goes and whatever she decides to do – she will continue to be a blessing to others.
Also, this past week, I read a letter that I wrote to both of my daughters eight years ago. At that time, I was dealing with some cancer and didn’t know what the future would bring. Hannah and Sarah were little, and I wanted them to know, if something went wrong with my health, how much I loved them. So, I re-read this letter to Sarah, who was fourteen months old, about how much I loved her, how I was excited for her future, and that I was honored to call her my daughter. These two letters will be given to Hannah and Sarah when they turn sixteen years old. I plan on being there for that birthday!
This past week, for me, seems to be a microcosm of the season of life that we are living in. We have returned to in-person worship, but we don’t know what the months will bring. Fear, anxiety, and caution continue to be a part of the narrative that we are living. There continues to be much unrest across our land. We don’t know what school will look like in the fall. We want things to be “normal” again, but we don’t know exactly what that means. There are many things we don’t know…but last week I got to celebrate my daughter’s nine-year-old birthday. In the midst of the unknown – we got to celebrate this one, holy, precious life, and nothing else mattered.
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