I've been reminiscing about Will, how sweet he has always been, what a kind heart he has, how he comes up with amazing ways to help me. On Saturday Will and I were in Subway with the baby. I was paying for our sandwiches and Will was by my side, but as I was waiting for change I realized he was gone. Then from the back of the restaurant I saw him confidently carrying a wooden high chair above his six-year-old head. He picked out a table and straightened the straps for me to easily load Sammy. What kind of angel boy does something like that?
But one of my favorite stories about Will, and there really are so many, happened more than four years ago. He jumped off the ottoman, and although x-rays didn't show any type of fracture, he was limping so much that the doctor casted him anyway. It was August-- an inconvenient time for a two-year-old to be dragging a cast around since all you want to do in DC in August is get wet. But he didn't complain. He would ask when he was getting his cast off, but it seemed more like a matter of curiosity than a pressing need. He was such a trooper.
As the time approached for him to get it off, I'd tell him, "only a few more days" or "pretty soon we are going to get your cast off."
The morning before the big day Will woke up, stretched out his little arms, flashed his magical smile at me, and declared, "only a couple more soons!"
What a great outlook! And really so applicable. The Bible likens this life to "a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." (James 4:14 (NIV)) Life is indeed short. In contrast to eternity we all only have a couple more soons. Yet lately I've been feeling very sad about the divisiveness in our country, about the prevalence of hate and greed, and then I've been researching international adoption for an article I was working on, and learning about the needs of orphans around the world is incredibly sobering. I've been wondering if we should buy some big farm house in the country and adopt a dozen or so orphans. But I can't think of anything sadder than using up my mist, my couple more soons, worrying. I know God never wants me be to be anxious about anything--that it is never His will for me to worry.
Yesterday, my pastor, Lon Solomon (hear his remarkable testimony "A Story of a Changed Life" at www.mcleanbible.org), reminded us that God is sovereign. Isn't it interesting how we really do need to be reminded of the basics? I sat there and thought why have I been worrying so much? Is God in control or not? Such a simple question. Such a simple answer, and yet it lifts the world off my shoulders.
It also reminds me of a brilliant C.S. Lewis observation about having an eternal perspective. He said, "Aim at Heaven and you will get earth 'thrown in': aim at earth and you will get neither." (Mere Christianity)
Let us rest in the fact that God is in control and let us always aim at Heaven.