…make up the bulk of life’s moments. It’s all those things that have to be done, all those pains that pierce our weary souls, day-by-day-by-day by wearisome day, that achieve for us the right and privilege to enjoy the glorious moments of 50th Anniversary celebrations like my parents are enjoying this year.
With every year passing by, every stretch mark on our bodies, stress line in our foreheads, every ache and pain we suddenly have to manage; marking for us the truth that we have pressed on through the real of life to achieve the ideal of human existence on the planet.
It’s when we, as foolish and selfish people, get bored and stupid and forget the importance of the mundane, thus neglecting such holy, hidden, valuable daily tasks, that we forfeit the glory of the crown that awaits our patient endurance. Life contains so many ‘finish lines,’ rites of passage as it were, that hold within them such joy one’s heart practically bursts at the time of celebration!!!
How many normal days, grocery dollars spent, disappointments experienced, happy little surprises, unhappy little surprises, errands, dull moments, bickering and emotional separations life will demand of our sinful selves. But…if we will HOLDFAST to our hope, persisting without faltering, what exultation is at the other side, awaiting our better selves.
Hmmm. Pondering life’s journey on earth as I peruse the photos of my parent’s quiet 50th barbecue with my kids and grand baby girl. A toast to the couple who has held fast indeed through thick and thin and everything in between…every single day for fifty years. Wow. Pretty big stuff.

















