I have always struggled with letting moments go - when I was little, I would cry at the end of every Christmas because I didn't want my extended family to leave, I didn't want the moment to end. But this year has been especially hard in that respect, because I have made deeper friendships than I have ever known, and it literally hurts my heart when I think about how I'm leaving this place in two days. At the end most of many fun nights this year, I'd feel a sudden urge to cry because I could see time slipping between my fingers.
So when I read this in Tuesday's devotional:
"Through His root, dead flowers become eternally sustained. Our moments are not fleeting. Our moments are not empty but instead pregnant with Christ, the Logos, the eternal meaning that floods our dead hearts and dead moments with faith, hope, and love which remain. . . .eternally. "
I had a Holy Spirit bazinga! moment and this flood of joy and comfort and peace came over me.
As my friend Amber has been telling me all year: True joy in this life comes through tears, and when we are sad when good moments end, it is because we are longing for a Heaven where good moments will never cease. And so I've learned this year to hold blessings and good moments with an open hand. Because I'm already grasping the eternal good moment - Christ - and I never have to let go of Him.
I had this thought the other day: In a hundred years from now, all of us will be sitting under the tree of life together, face to face with the living God, and this life will seem but a dream.