You won’t believe it but today on the way down to my dad’s house from my daughter and son-in-law’s house, I saw another rather strange crossing. I was heading down to play some golf with my brother and nephews, a trip of about 1 hour and 20 minutes.
I was reflecting on how incredibly thankful I am for the family I have. My brother and two sisters and their families are getting together for the fourth of July celebration. It will be one energized, chaotic time with kids and grandkids and great-grandkids descending on Dad and Dorothy’s home.
Dorothy is a very special gift to our family after my mom’s death. My dad remarried and he couldn’t have chosen better. She has “inherited” a ready made family after never having children of her own. She loves us and we love her! She doesn’t replace my mom but gives me a second mom to care about.
One of my nephew and nieces have taken in a young sixteen year old girl who has a 14 month old son and a 8 week old daughter. Another niece and nephew have two kids of their own, 17 months and 2 months respectively.
Adding to this fun will eventually be my 3 month old grandson and my 2 1/2 week old grandson. That will mean 29 people under one roof for one wild and crazy time!
We are not just gathering for a 4th of July celebration by the way. This year has added emphasis since my father is retiring from pastoral ministry for we think the last time.
He has done this before and come out of retirement but we think this is the real deal. No more Brett Favre or Michael Jordan return for this eighty year old servant of God. God has a new plan for him however. He still has a whole lot left to give, just in a different way!
Back to the weird crossing. Actually, it wasn’t a crossing. It was merely the start of a crossing or maybe just a fake out. Who knows?
I was driving down the interstate and this time didn’t see ducks but did see a turtle. It was a rather large turtle who appeared to be “toeing” the outside line of the right lane.
It’s neck was extended and if I am not mistaken, he (or she… who can tell with turtles especially driving 70 miles an hour) was getting ready to make a mad dash across the road. He appeared to be waiting for the starting gun.
I think the turtle was about to make a grave mistake by the way. I don’t think a turtle at maximum speed could do better than 15-20 yards an hour and that would be way to slow to avoid the vehicles careening down the highway.
It made me think about all the crossings in my life, those momentous times when life changed dramatically. I had to cross the road to get to the other side of my life. I couldn’t plod along like a turtle and expect to get there. I had to do more than stick my neck out. I had to throw my whole body into it.
My father is facing one of those crossing moments. My kids have gone through one of those crossing moments. Mary and I are going through major changes ourselves in which we have to decide to go for it and cross the road. Or, we can sit still and wait for the traffic to die down.
In other words, crossings can be dangerous but sitting on the sidelines keeps us from living life to the fullest! I want to live life free, enjoying every moment, embracing every change. It won’t be easy but it will be real life. Sounds like a plan to me!