My youngest just turned 18 years old on January 7th! Suddenly my immediate family is full of adults. It has been a journey. At times slow and a slog, and other times racing by like sand between my fingers. It took Einstein to prove scientifically that time is relative, but it took me raising kids to experience it.
At one point in time, I changed diapers and carried them on hikes in a backpack carrier. Then, I coached some soccer. Another time, I attended band concerts and sporting events. . . . And then they were adults. This can’t be it!? But it is.
This is not my old person manifesto to you young parents. This is rather my obligatory statement of awe and wonder at how quickly my 23 years of fathering kids has gone. And further, it is my reflection on Scripture that tells me that it is wise to count my days, and to remember that I am merely dust. My life is a vapor, quick and passing like the morning mist.
It isn’t over, but it is wise to be mindful of the brevity of life. I am so grateful for the years of kids in my home. But I am also excited to see the next steps for all of them. God has a plan that is unfolding in real time and I am thankful to Him for His grace in my family over the years. And whatever comes next, I know it is all leading toward His good ending.
