The small space between young and old...
The world over, grandmas wonder if their grands need to run outside and...spin wooden tops, play leapfrog, hopscotch, and tag...anything to put the media to rest. Everywhere, we see grandmas waiting at the doors to make sure there children are safe.
and new mothers begin to understand their mothers and grandmothers and theirs.
and at once...new dreams and homes are closed and boarded up--and the time between young and old becomes a smaller space. Not big enough for idle or unkind words, not sufficiently expansive for worry or even concern. We cannot learn in this small moment on earth, all we need to know and so, choices must be made. Sprinkles of cleaning, saving, decorating, baking, games, dancing, laughing, crying, sighing, creating, hearing, and cheering must add joy to any season of life, but in moderation, without being troubled much...as we all came 'to choose the better part'.
And so-- my hair is turning gray just in time to become a great grandmother in May. I'm not sure why this gray thing has crept up so fast and affected me so much...but I do know that it has made me think. And the gray thoughts have me realize that we have just the right amount of time we need to learn:
Faith in our Savior,
loving and uplifting,
repenting and forgiving.
Those are the treasures we can keep. Forever stones to put in our pockets that touched by our Savior's tender mercies becomes our light, and in turn, our offering for the immeasurable gift of time...and all eternity.
(Maria Manuela came with us to church again this week! Simao is preparing to go to the Temple with the Azorean youth in April. The youth are preparing their family names!) We Love you all so much!!!
