There’s not a word yet
For old friends who’ve just met.
-“I’m Going to Go Back There Someday,” The Muppets
I don’t cry often. The number of people who’ve seen me in tears is a single digit. But I have a distinct memory of trying to hold back tears as I was driving around a year ago.
I was listening to The Green Album, a Muppet-song cover album. (Yes, you read that right.)
I don’t know if you’ve ever listened to “I’m Going to Go Back There Someday,” but the rendition on the CD highlights the sense of longing and desire for a home we’ve not yet reached.
And those words quoted above struck me in my soul because my daughter had just been born. I didn’t know her, but I loved her. In a way I can’t quite explain, my longing for God met that gift of joy only hours old.
It’s her first birthday today. She’s full of smiles. Always. From the moment she wakes.
I still don’t know who she’ll be, but I know she’s been given to me for safe keeping. Of the many blessings a parent has from a child, one of the most important is the way she reveals what really matters in the world. Who cares if work goes badly or you have too much to get done? Not when I come home to this:
The years will go too fast. I’ve been told so. I can sense it. Most times, mankind doesn’t truly want eternity. An hour is long enough with most people. Love is the only thing that can make forever sensible.
Love you forever, Serenity.