Time marches on; while I feel stuck.
Stuck in a wrestling match.
I don’t want to move on.
I want to hold on with all my might and not make it so.
Yet the pull of the seasons force the universe to do it’s work.
The leaves are already changing.
Where did summer go?
Between the flooding and the desperate attempt to hay;
it has disappeared.
We have had many visitors this week.
It is wonderful to take time and remember.
I was not prepared for the knock on the door,
or the name the little girls announced.
Jon Tymann is at the door.
Jon and his wife were my Hall Directors from Gordon College.
He was in Southern Vermont and
he drove all the way up here to give me a hug.
It meant the world to me.
If you know Jon,
his hugs were always the one to make every thing better.
Spending time with him and his wife always steered you in a right direction.
Though his hug won’t make it all better;
it was one of those unexpected gifts from God that just lets you know
He is still in control and loves you.
God wasn’t finished with the visitors yet.
These visitors were different.
These were not the teens who have been here everyday.
These were not the teens that have depleted my food supply in less than a moment.
These were not the teens that have slept here night after night keeping vigil,
These are team mates.
These are the students whose relationships were formed through hard work and grit.
Long practices and trust.
Years of playing a sport they all love.
It’s a different kind of relationship.
One of the many rare gifts Elijah had.
To be friends across the typical High School boundaries.
His team mates . . .
They blessed me.
And they warmed my aching heart.
My number 6 won’t be on the field next year.
He had graduated anyhow.
Now his graduation has just gone to a higher level.
Our sorrow grows deeper as the beat of time carries on. . .
2 Corinthians 1:3-5
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ,so also our comfort abounds through Christ.