The other day a song came up on my ipod that brought back a flood of memories. More important, however, was the way the song enlightened the present. I've realized that nostalgia, or remembering "the good old days", which weren't always good - as another song once said, only brings so much light. At some point the past has to be learned from and then released into history. Not necessarily forgotten, but it has no real power to change the present unless you're living present-ly.
The song I refered to had a way of reminding me to make the most of these moments, ones like you see in this picture. Moments like the daily, chaotic, harried ones anyone who has children has experienced. Sometimes we're just glad we made it through the day. Sometimes, however, I realize I missed something. That can be a deeply painful realization. These experiences are a mercy, though. These kids are a gift of mercy, and blessing. If we're not careful we miss the shaft of light making its way across our faces.
