Getting Lost In My World

I think I’ve got to get lost in my own little world if I am ever going to live how I want – how I am comfortable.  When I was dating my wife, before we got married, I was so thankful and aware of my thankfulness and situation that I allowed myself to be completely absorbed in my situation.  It seemed easy to tune out the rest of the world and focus just on my relationship with her.  Maybe you just have to have a little bit of the romantic in you, but the things of this world didn’t bother me as much or seem to drag me down like they did so before and have since that time.  Watching “Eddie And The Cruisers” movie yesterday and listening to the “Tender Years” song, it hit me again that my kids won’t be this young forever and there will be a time when I may have to say goodbye, perhaps forever.  I dread that day and try not to think about it.  The sentiment reminds me to cherish every mundane moment that I have with them.  Hugging them every morning.  Telling them I love them.  Humming them to sleep.  Eating meals with them.  Reading to them.  Snuggling with them.  Listening to them.  Just smiling at them and all the other things I could be involved with in their lives.  I’m so blessed, that I forget that I am so blessed.

Sixty degrees this morning.  That’s cold when you’re used to day after day of eighty and humid.  In Minnesota, sixty is a heat wave – in the spring, coming from winter.  Living constantly in the rain, you can take the rain for granted, and even forget that it’s raining.  It just becomes a part of your routine.  When the sun shines, you are so grateful to be out of the snow and rain for a change you feel like you could go without rain and snow and cold for the rest of your life.  Doing everything you can to remain in the sun and the warm, you get accustomed to it.  You work hard on making it stay sunny inside and out, even if there happens to be a little rain shower or sprinkle now and again.  I get so caught up in living that way that it takes me by surprise when the first bit of brisk air hits me in my face and takes my breath away.  I immediately mourn for the warm times I knew just yesterday and want to go back there.  Everything changes here.  The good and the bad.  “This too shall pass,” “It came to pass,” the Bible says…  If that were the end of my story, it would indeed be lamentful.  But The Good News is, as a Christ-follower, I may just have one more chance to live in the son again.  This time, with no fear of the rain staying.