A fast moving car

As my children get older it seems harder to remember their age. Today is my son’s 23rd birthday.  In about 1 ½ months he will be a married man. Sometimes I feel like I am in a fast moving car and every once in a while the car stops and I can take a look at my surroundings. I feel like the car has stopped and I just now noticed that my son is 23-years-old and that he is getting married soon. It doesn’t seem that long ago when he was just a baby.

I have mixed feelings—part of me is happy that my son is now in his 20’s but then another part of me is sad. I think my feelings have a lot to do with me getting older. Things change so quickly. It was a little over 5 years ago that we moved into our house. My two youngest children were 17 and 13—I was the mother of teenagers; but now I am the mother of four adults and grandmother to three little girls. All that happened in five years!

Sometimes the car moves pretty slowly and I can enjoy the ride, but a lot of times the car is racing down the highway and everything’s a blur—it feels like the cruise control is on, stuck on high speed.  Ecclesiastes 11:9 says, “Young people, it’s wonderful to be young! Enjoy every minute of it. Do everything you want to do; take it all” (NLT).

I am not as young as I used to be, but I am also not as old as I could be, so I need to relish every minute of my life. In the midst of my enjoyment, however, I have to remember to take time to thank God for all He has done in my life—“Beware that in your plenty you do not forget the Lord your God” (Deu 8:11). Whether the car is fast or slow, it all comes from God and He is the One I give thanks as I celebrate my son’s birthday and his upcoming future as a married man.

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