Changes

I sit in my daughter's room. Singular - as in daughter's not daughters', noteworthy due to the fact that this past year is the first in the history of our being in this home that a room has been occupied by just one daughter.

It is spacious now. Not over-filled. Not crammed. One bed. Two small dressers. Plenty of books, and a full closet, but not crammed.

This large room in times past was a bedroom to six of my children. And at another time to nearly that many young men as well.

Now it is hers alone.

I remember when it housed young daughters, their beds, dressers, and the play kitchen set and table, too. And dolls with beds and their own table and chairs. Full of stuff, full of playing and rollicking.

Then I think about Brietta's girls (my granddaughters), all three sharing a room along with doll houses, doll cradles, and doll beds. Full of stuff, full of life. My daughter is living what I was living just yesterday - at least it seems like just yesterday.

I know, as does she, that the day will come when that room in her home may house only one daughter. Indeed, she will most likely travel a similar road to mine and probably yours.

And one day this large room where I sit tonight will house no one.

Cycles. Life. Around we go. To every thing, turn turn turn, there is a season, turn turn turn. And a time for every purpose under heaven.

Oh, to discover His purpose in each and every season. Oh, to walk faithfully in that purpose. That is my desire. That is His desire.

And tonight I am content - happy even - to know that He will accomplish it.