They Grow Up So Fast


We first spotted them in the backyard. The harbinger that spring had sprung: the familiar blue eggs tucked into a cozy nest. We anticipated the birth of the baby robins along with the doting momma bird. One day, momma was spoon-feeding worms to the babies. The next day, momma was standing guard as the babies explored outside the nest, but still close to home. They grow up so fast. Momma watched as the babies stretched their wings to practice flying. Catching a draft and flying down from the fence rail was easy. However, the babies struggled to fly up, flapping their wings ferociously to make it. Momma simply observed with a worm in her mouth, ready to feed nourishment and encouragement into her little ones. They grow up so fast. I know that the day is coming when I will no longer see the momma with her babies. That’s the natural order. It is to be expected. It is to be celebrated. Mommas everywhere know that they grow up so fast.


Proverbs 22:6

Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.

Ephesians 5:1-2

Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.



The Last Picture



This is the last photograph of my mom and me together before she died in March of 2013.  It is not my favorite picture from that visit.  My mom’s spontaneous laugh was captured in a different picture.  I would have picked that one, but I can hear my mom’s disapproval.  Her expression was more laugh and less smile and she would not have liked it as well.

But that wasn’t the last picture.  I spent time with my mom one month before her death.  Much to my chagrin, I realized I had forgotten my camera when I was halfway into the six hour trip to visit her.  I wouldn’t have wanted that time to be my last picture.  She was unsteady on her feet and she had a difficult time speaking.

But that wasn’t the last picture.  As family surrounded my mom in the hospital room, there was another picture etched in my mind.  My mom laid in the bed unresponsive except for the involuntary function of breathing, until even that became voluntary.  I watched my mom take her last breath.

But that isn’t the last picture. The last picture is the one I carry in my heart through my mom’s faith and mine in Jesus Christ. This picture of eternity in heaven is fuzzy with my human eyes, but I imagine my mom praising God and dancing on streets of gold. This last picture is my very favorite for I can clearly see my mom’s best smile ever.

1 Peter 1:3-4

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!  In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade – kept in heaven for you,

Psalm 116:15

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.