As I convert all my home movies to DVD, I am reminded again and again how valuable memory is. I’ve walked back through my life from roughly 1988 to 2004. I still have many miles of tape to go through, but today’s recordings really struck a soft cord in my heart.
As I went through 2003-2004, I watched the baptism of our twins Britney and Brandon at Creekside church. I saw my son Brandon play a great game in the 2004 Dixie Youth World Series as we hosted the Florida state champs. We lost a heart breaker 1-0. I then watched Tabitha and Danielle march in Atlanta’s Georgia Dome at the Bands of America to my favorite show music they ever played–Tapestry of Nations/Chaos. We won our third consecutive BOA Class A championship that year.
Through memory I relive the times spent close to one another. We shivered in the tough cold of Atlanta loading and unloading equipment as band parents. We spent countless hours preparing for the World Series (Britney also played in one of those) with practices. To have your children learn about Jesus and come to the waters of baptism is the greatest feeling in the world. I remember Britney saying, “We were born together as twins–we will now be born again together.” Wow!!
It’s strange how memory works. So often I can hear a song, experience a smell, or see a video and have the same exact feelings that I had the moment it was actually taking place. While watching that baseball game–knowing the outcome before it started–I found myself routing on our team as though we were playing it today. (We still lost 1-0).
In God’s word, James tells us that life is a mist that appears for a short time and then vanishes away. I know it sounds trite, but it really does feel like yesterday that these things happened. The mist of time is swiftly passing by. I don’t want it to go so fast, but it seems I can do nothing about it.
This August, Lord willing, I will turn 50 years old. It’s difficult to even write that. I shudder to think about how fast the next 50 will pass by. By the way, all of you who are older than me, please stop reminding me that the second half goes faster. I really don’t need or want to hear that right now. Ha!
God help me to spend the second half of my life better than the first. Help me to be the husband, father, and grandfather You want me to be. Help me to strive after the things that will mean something. As I leave my youth, help me to mature as Your man. Overrule all the mistakes I’ve made thus far, Lord, and help those around me to only sense more deeply that I have been with You. In Jesus Name, AMEN!!