Three full years now.
There is a lump in my throat. I lay in my bed in a somewhat emotional state, I’ll admit, but everything I’m thinking feels painfully true.
I’m getting older. I’m losing my hair. I’m dying. My mother will soon be a child and I will be her father to take care of her. My youth seems to be escaping me.
Although I hate it, I’ll probably have to play the dating game soon. Hmmm.
Am I still young? What about those days from so long ago? Those days of innocence with Jenna and Tenielle? All my life, I’ve always wanted to be different. People color their hair, pierce their bodies, but I was going to remain different by staying the same. But I have changed. I am changing. Changing like the rest of the generation and the world. I wish I could escape somehow and not be a part of this. That way I would be completely different.
But instead my sin has also killed Christ and he died for me as well as all the others. I am no different. I am a sinner. I did nothing for my salvation. I simply accepted His Grace. So I will continue to live and go through this life in the footsteps of my forefathers. I will simply try to share God’s love in all I do and everywhere I go.
My emotions will tickle me. I will laugh, cry, and simply live this roller coaster with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. This mask will leave me and I will be free. My freedom comes now in simply knowing that I will be soon. Loving and praising God is all that matters and all that will last. That is the key. That is the absolute. That is the truth.
My children will begin to leave me on the day they are born. And I will love people by letting them go.
And I will even let myself go.