Yesterday Karol and I celebrated 35 years of marriage. But how can that be? It barely seems like it was yesterday when I first met her by stealing her pillow, or when I first heard those three most magical words from her lips? Yesterday we just heard from both our kids, deeply involved in their own adult lives of touching others, but how can that be, when just yesterday was filled with sleepless nights of colic with one, and endless worlds of toddler discovery with the other? Yesterday I called one of the Veteran organizations to help with some challenges with my impending Army retirement, but wasn’t it just yesterday when I was first swearing in, then going on my first deployment?
Today’s moments and blessings are too easily lost when they so quickly slip into yesterday without our noticing it. While this is hardly a new thing— it was almost a million yesterdays ago when the wisest of men, after gaining the world, but nearly losing his soul, first wrote in Ecclesiastes: “vanity, vanity, all is vanity… (it is all) a chasing after the wind…” Is there any way to somehow stop all our yesterdays from being just a chasing after the wind?
I’m sitting back on my new porch as I write this, being kissed by reminders from the gentle morning chasing raindrops across the yard, that while many of those raindrops are merely drizzling into the mud, many other of those raindrops are watering the freshly planted blessings of our herbal prayer labyrinth just a few feet away. And while others of those raindrops are quenching the thirst of the evil mice trying to invade our citadel in paradise, others are watering the also freshly planted veggies around back. Those herbs and veggies may not be much of a blessing yet, but each one is full of the promise of perhaps blessing our palate, or better yet, blessing others of whom we as yet know nothing. So are those raindrops merely a chasing after the wind? Some may be, yet others provide the essential gift of life, provided by nothing else under the sun.
So what of our yesterdays? Perhaps some have merely been a chasing after the wind. Some may have even fed the evil mice of our lives, sometimes merely pests, sometimes worse. Yet 35 years’ worth of those yesterdays have watered my beautiful marriage; twentysomething years’ worth are investments as nothing else under the sun could be, in the countless unknown blessings my kids will bring into their worlds, often to people as yet unknown. And I can pray that a lot of those yesterdays have watered the blessings and washed the tears of many of the other souls God has put in my path across years of yesterdays.
The morning breeze caresses me again, and the raindrops become more insistent in their reminders that though many do seemingly just vanish into the mud, each brings its own kind of blessing that nothing else under the sun can– bringing a bright life to what otherwise would be yet another lifeless rock drifting in space. Perhaps chasing after the wind is not so bad after all. Here’s to sending as many blessings into our yesterdays, as are the blessings of each raindrop!
Thank you, Lord, for the reminders chasing me in the wind.