Thirty-four years. Hallways, rooms, walls, and carpet. Memories made. All have laughed and wept.

In the quiet house, I hear the echoes of the past. The sounds of children growing, playing, learning, discovering. A family. Living. Living the battles of life.

The voices are loud, but distant. How quickly time has flown. Vacancies, not just in the rooms of the house, but in the rooms of the heart.

If walls could capture speech and windows the day-to-day scenes, we could play it all back and re-live the best times and learn from our mistakes. What to do, when the aged become like the innocent? When the elder and wiser, become the weaker, the smaller?

Life moves on. We’re ushered into a new stage, a new era, letting go, we’re stepping beyond, and moving to the next rung. Moving across the bar. We all will eventually cross the bar.

God, in his wisdom, allowed man to age and become weaker, while the young are strong and healthy and unwise… and some retain their foolishness from youth. Some don’t. Who can tell who becomes who. If we weren’t foolish while we’re young perhaps we’d never fall in love. But, only God knows why.

Lives moves on in an ebb and flow and the place we land in the distant sea is not the place we saw from the shore.

Losing what I’ve had, seeing what I’ve missed… moves me to a place beyond sentimentality. It’s reality. But busyness. Activities. Priorities. Keep. us. from. relationships. We don’t pause long enough; we just don’t have the time. We move, and flutter away.

The light from the shore still shines, bringing us home.  But in time, God takes the lights home. And they shine from afar.