Another Few Miles in the Passage of Time.

I’ve been on the road this past week.  There comes a time when kids want all that stuff that has been stored at their parent’s house.  They finally get a home that is large enough and has storage space, and they request their belongings.  So, I loaded hundreds, or, maybe it was thousands, of baseball cards, as well as a considerable amount of golf equipment and delivered it to our son in Des Moines, Iowa (actually, to the suburb of Norwalk, Iowa). It was worth all ten hours on the road just to sit on their back porch and watch for deer, as they talked of their new-found church home, friends they’ve made in their small group within the church, volunteering for some service project at church, discussing possible future mission trips, and beyond church activities, to hear them discuss Halloween plans with their new neighborhood. Then, of course, they took me to their favorite Bar-B-Que Restaurant before I made my way back home.  I spent part of my first day back home staring at the empty shelves that once held numerous notebooks of baseball cards and at the spot in the storage room where golf clubs used to sit. It has been a week of reminders that life goes on and, proof, once again, that if you, “train up a child in the way he should go . . . when he is old he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6).