Boom-chick-a

Boom-chick-a boom-chick-a boom-chick-a-BOOM.  This must be Grand Central Station with comings and goings at all hours of the day and night.

A quick text to Curly Slim at 3:30 a.m.—NO RAP. Any other music is okay. A lullaby would be nice at 3:30 a.m. No answer. I take a peek, he is not in his bed and all lights are on. He and Sampson are asleep in front of the TV, also on.

I manage to go back to sleep to await the alarm at 5:45. A song comes on the country radio station—My Next 30 Years. That’s easy for him to say, this young country voice. My mom was 30 when I was born; I was 30 when Yancey was born. A lot can happen in a span of 30 years. 

Like Grand Central Station, there will be many transitions in the next 30 years--departures and arrivals. Circumstances will come and go. People will leave on the midnight train as others come around the bend, emerging into view.

In the next 30 years it’s certain that I will no longer be working and, hopefully, will be cruising Route 66 with Gypsy Lady. I will spend more time with friends and family. But it’s not pleasant to think about health challenges, financial issues, the loss of loved ones.

But we CAN look forward to ETERNITY. Eternal reverence, eternal son-shine, freedom from tears, pain and sorrow.  The next 30 years will bring us closer to seeing Him as He is. To God be the glory!

1 Corinthians 13:12 Now we see but a poor reflection; then we shall see face to face.