Copied and edited from my post in 2015. Everything is about the same except that my grandchildren are older. I still want to say to them, “Wait, don’t grow up yet.”
There are three Bradford pear trees on a corner near my home. They are loaded with white blossoms. One of the trees is a little more advanced than the others so the green is overtaking the white. I want to yell, “Wait, I’m not through enjoying the white blossoms.” …. My great granddaughters, 4 and 6 years old, have been with me a couple of days. I love the secret I share with the older one as we watch the younger one change. It makes the six year old feel so important and smart. I love them bunches. I want to yell, “Wait, I’m not tired of you at four and six.” … I just came back from the senior center where I sing with other over-60 group of friends and I know many of us are over 70, even over 80. I looked around at each one, and thought of the pleasure each one gives me. I know one of us will be gone soon, to sickness or death. I want to yell, “Wait, we’re not ready yet.”
The trees are going to change, the girls are going to grow older, and we seniors are going to go into eternity.
As the passing years has shown me, I know I’m still going to like the trees. By experience, I know I will still love my girls whatever their age. By faith, I accept death as another natural move forward. I remember Psalm 116:15 which says that the death of saints is precious in the sight of the Lord.
The Easter story tells me why death is precious to the Lord. That’s the way he draws us home. I want to be prepared emotionally and spiritually to have hope in all changes. I’m so glad to know there is Resurrection coming!
I made a few steps to prepare to leave this world the other day, but I made it very clear that I was not planning to go for several more years. Heaven awaits, but I want to wait a little longer right here. I’m not through here yet.