Business is picking up.

NicholasMy grandson Nicholas has always been aces at picking up toys. When Katy and Hans say, “It’s time to tidy up,” he jumps right to it without resisting. When I commented to Katy about that, she said, “Oh, he actually likes to tidy up, so much so that he sometimes tries to put away toys the other children are still playing with.”

Now that Nicholas is almost 5, he’s become a pick-up professional, someone who appreciates order and experiences stress when things are chaotic.

A few weeks ago, when I was visiting him and his family in England, Katy decided to make a bold move. In the weeks since baby Andrew had arrived, the 3 giant toy bins had become messy. (Of course Nicholas had kept his toys separate from that disarray, storing his favorites in special places.)

Toy re-orgSo, when Katy announced a re-org, dumping all 3 bins on the living room carpet, Nicholas was thrilled with the prospect of putting everything back in order. His siblings, too, enjoyed the process, finding toys they’d “lost” long ago.

 

But then Katy threw them a curve ball. “We have more toys than we need,” she said, “so as we tidy up, we’re going to set aside some of them for children who don’t have very many.”

Little brows furrowed, and enthusiasm went down a notch, but Katy pushed forward. “Let’s start by making a pile of cars and trucks for our friend Sam. He has very few boy-toys, since he only has sisters.”

Objections came quickly. “But those are mine,” one said. “Let’s give Sam different ones instead.” Deciding which ones was complicated, and so Katy had to gently insist.

All young parents want their children to hold possessions lightly, gradually learning that everything belongs to God. But reluctance to give away what’s “ours” is common among children. Actually, the same holds true for adults. When presented with an opportunity to share, we often have to play a game of tug-o-war in our heads before we can make it happen.

Of course God knows this, which is why he asks (and sometimes insists) we part with things. And it’s not always just things.

Sometimes God asks us to part with people we love, giving them over to him. When this happens, he’s trying to make the same point with us that parents make with children: hold everything lightly and acknowledge that all of it belongs to God. That even includes “our” people, an exceedingly difficult lesson to learn.

Everything fits...As for Nicholas, in the end he rallied and got into the spirit of giving toys away. But the day wasn’t only about giving; he received something that day, too: 3 organized toy bins with enough room to neatly close their lids…. a great satisfaction to him.

 “Don’t store up treasures here on earth….  Store your treasures in heaven….  Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.” (Matthew 6:19-2)

This is goodbye. (…written by Jack)

Syd and JackTonight my girlfriend Sydney came over to spend the evening with me, and we had a lovely, peaceful time napping together on the floor. I refer to her as my girlfriend, though in reality she’s my cousin. But with dogs, it’s ok to date your cousin.

Sydney and I go back over 10 years. Although I’ve “robbed the cradle” in choosing her for my closest canine relationship, we would both be considered old. Syd is 12, and I’ll turn 11 in October.

Romping togetherJust like any couple, we enjoy doing things together, and we also love the same treats. We agree on our very favorite thing, too: running around at the beach. Both of us have perfected happy dances in the sand, rolling upsidedown in an effort to become part of the landscape. Neither of us mind getting sand up our noses or in our eyes, and when we do the dance at the same time, it’s absolute magic.

Although every day with Sydney is special, tonight was extra-special. Sydney had just had a bath and arrived in my living room still wet. I love it when she smells like wet dog, and the black waves in her shiny coat were absolutely fetching. But then something terrible happened at the end of our evening together. Sydney and I had to say goodbye…. probably for good.

Tomorrow morning my love is moving to Arkansas, and I may never see her again. Her family says that all the changes about to happen to her will be stressful and might put her at risk for an early demise. This upset both of us, but we didn’t let it spoil our last evening together.

Jackie Boy (2)I chose an appropriate going away gift for her, something I knew she would love: a big box of dog bones. I also made a card expressing my love and included a picture so she can look at me and know I’m missing her, too.

Saying goodbye is rough.

I guess that’s true for humans, too. Life will always be full of goodbyes, at least until we all end up in Paradise. I fully intend to go there, and I know Sydney does, too. Both of us have been taught that the God who made us looks into our hearts, so he knows the two of us are reflections of his unshakeable, unconditional love.

SydThough I may never dance at the beach with my girlfriend again, I know God will always be watching over both of us just as he watches over the humans we love. I also know that when Syd and I think we can’t take any more of being separated, God will comfort us. Actually, I don’t think he likes goodbyes any more than we do.

Sydney, I’ll always love you.

Sad Jack“For the sake of my…. friend, I will say, ‘May you have peace’.” (Psalm 122:8)

Is younger better?

Recently Mary and I talked about what it’s like to be in our late 60’s. Our bodies don’t work as well as they used to, and we’ve become acquainted with the medical world in new ways. When we were young it would have been logical to think ahead to the ages we are now and predict that this is the way it would be, but we avoided that long-distance look.

All of us have a tendency to think that the way things are today is how they’ll be tomorrow. Day-to-day it seems to be true, but decade-to-decade, age-related changes show themselves.

Robert Browning.Robert Browning wrote a poem with an oft-quoted opening that put a positive spin on growing old:

“Grow old along with me!                     The best is yet to be.”

As a young woman I thought this was a charming statement but also that it stretched the truth. How could old age be “the best?” Maybe Browning meant that if his loved one and he remained together through the geriatric years, life would be good, or at least as good as it could be with age-related troubles.Today, just for fun, I looked up Browning’s poem, and it turns out those first two lines are actually the “bottom line” idea of a 32 stanza piece, but it has very little to do with how good life is going to be in old age. He zeros in on some of the losses of advanced years, but also points out the foolishness of thinking youthful years are automatically the best ones, just because bodies are at their best.

Instead, Browning’s poem is all about the soul.

He beautifully points out that both young and old ought to put less emphasis on the physical and more on the spiritual, telling us to take “hold of God who gives…” He says that a “body at its best” can’t do anything to propel the soul into a satisfying eternity.

That second line in his poem (“the best is yet to be”) refers not to good experiences with a true love on earth but to companionship with God in life after death:

Robert BrowningGrow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”

Browning is right. Spending too much time dwelling on physical losses only frustrates us. It’s better to focus on soul-gains, not just the glorious eternity awaiting us (whether we die old or young), but on the spiritual gains we can make by reading and thinking about Scripture, learning how to walk in God’s ways, and enduring struggles with patience and joy.

So the next time Mary and I talk about feeling old, we’ll try to remember, “A whole God planned; youth shows but half.”

“Young men and young women, old men and children. Let them all praise the name of the Lord.” (Psalm 148:12-13)