I am thinking about our visits with family over the Thanksgiving holiday, for example, which were great and always seem entirely too brief. I am always so thankful to be able to go see our people for Thanksgiving, because there was a time when we lived so far away that going home for Thanksgiving was not an option. (Iowa to North Carolina—not a weekend trip.)
Did this saying come about because if it, the good thing, goes on for too long, it won’t seem so good anymore? (Because there is also that saying about “too much of a good thing”, you know.)
Yeah, well. I don’t necessarily subscribe to that theory.
Or is it because we get complacent after a while and don’t really appreciate the “good thing” in the same way as we did at first?
Maybe that’s it.
Maybe. But I just know that when it is time to leave the “good thing” that I call my family, my people, I am really bummed. And, frankly, I find post-holiday re-entry into every day life to be pretty challenging.
I look around and I see how the people I love age and change during the time that I am not with them. I look at my grandmothers and my parents and my mother-in-law and I see folks getting older. I am joyously entertained by my nieces and nephews—the young ones and the not-so-young ones—and wish I could be with them more. I miss having a regular, face-to-face, connection with my brothers and sisters-in-law. I wonder how the time goes by so quickly and why it is that I have to be so enslaved to the demands of my own life that I cannot be with them to enjoy the time we have. I find that the older I get, the more I wish we lived closer and could be more involved in the every day stuff of life.
I am so grateful for the time we are able to spend together, but I miss them all.
And I long for more of these good things.
“…for He satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things.” ~Psalm 109:7 NIV