Missing my mom today...thinking back over the years and all the family history, all the baggage brought to a family by two people who never really unpacked it and put it in its place. I spent lots of time judging my mother. I just never got her. She was stoic and reserved but always an optimist. I thought she walked through life wearing "rose colored glasses" and denied the reality around her. Her favorite song was Smile by Nat King Cole.
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by
If you smile through your tears and sorrows
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile.
I wish I had one more day to spend with her. I'd like to ask her forgiveness. I'd like to tell her I get her now. She understood way more than I thought she did. She understood grace. She understood the sovereignty of God. She understood that faith, hope and love were the trifecta for a fallen world. I, on the other hand, in my idealistic, self-righteous younger years, rarely let them meld together as they were meant to. There was always one over-taking the other and love usually came limping in last.
There's an expression, "youth is wasted on the youth". Priorities, perceptions, endeavors and longings all come in the form of a "blue flame". You're at maximum combustion and pretty certain you've got it all figured out. But the truth is that after years of burning hot and shooting out flames over the relevant issues of the day, it's the slow and steady embers that get you to the finish line intact. Opinions, arguments, finger-pointing rarely change anything.
God allows our youthful flames to burn hot. His wisdom knows the blowback will scorch us in valuable places. He knows, that over time, those painful burns will teach us empathy, compassion, and yes, love.
We chase after the physical beauty and strength of youth with the gusto of a triathlon. The world tells us, "Therein lies our value". But, deep down, we all know this is a lie. The true value is the beauty and strength of the soul. Ironically, it doesn't begin to develop its patina until its outward home has begun to fade. It takes a lifetime to learn the blessings of surrender.
When we dial back that blue flame a bit and surrender to the slow and steady embers, relinquishing our need to be right, there's a peace that nestles in. There's a clarity that the sovereignty and grace of God will work all things out. This is not a "giving up" but rather a recognition. To surrender is not to be "taken over" but to be set free.
"Look at that man, bloated by self-importance--full of himself but soul-empty. But the person in right standing before God through loyal and steady believing is fully alive, really alive."