As we wandered the rooms of the house where my father grew up, I could easily feel the strength of family love, adventure, and kids growing up. Every parent goes through a period where they grabble for their sanity, wonder aloud about their children’s motives, and worry about the future. Given my father’s stories, I thank God I do not have children like him!
Santana reflects much more than just one family growing up. It represents a time and place that people today often take for granted. My grandfather purchased the house in the 1934, only two months old from a family dealing with tragedy. It became a symbol for many – of hope, of enjoying life to the full, and of living the walk. The house is large, even by today’s standards. The high ceilings, fireplaces, and whitewashed walls speak of a different time.
You and I have much that we easily forget. Memories of G.I. Joes, forts built and long since abandoned, disasters that became memories we know treasure, and relationships built through years together. It is easy to forget the things we hold most precious in the busyness of day to day living, especially the one that is closest to us. The rule of the past applies equally today.
“Never take her love for granted.” (Proverbs 5.19)
Enjoy each moment. Revel in the wonder of every opportunity. Take advantage of a quiet moment to do something that will remind her of just how much you care.
It is easy to forget that God looks at us the same way. People, including myself, have cheapened the words of “grace”, “mercy”, and “unconditional acceptance”. We talk about them as if they are something we can use when convenient and discard when our interest is elsewhere. The rules apply today.
Live in the joy of each moment. Revel in the beauty of what is happening now. Create quiet moments to express thanks by giving mercy and acceptance away to those who are near you. Revel in compassion.
Life is now. Today is our opportunity really live.