The days get ticked off, one by one. Slash marks across the calendar in my daughter’s room show the passage of time. One week from today and we’ll be looking at the last day of school, the last day of 5th, 3rd, and 2nd grades.
We pass through many seasons in life. Some are good and some are absolutely terrible. Often, they’re a mixture of both. When one chapter closes we just can’t throw ourselves into the next. Or at least we shouldn’t. We need to pause. Just like the page break in a book that signifies the turning to another chapter, we need to break in our lives as well. We need a memorial to recall the former season, note its coming and going and even grieve over it’s passing. If its been a hard season, we grieve the conflicting feelings that cause us to wish it had been different. It’s okay to have funerals. At the end of a life lived well, we grieve the passing. At the end of a hard life, we mourn the could have or should have been. And we must do the same with our lives.
On the way to the next, it’s okay to stop and honor the past. It happened, good or bad, and we lived it. I think the most frightening thing is to move on like it never happened. I want to remember, not to wallow in the past but to recall the ways God’s led me out.