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Topic: Seasons (12/08/03)
TITLE: Letter To Tom
By Allen Clupny
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Your first season has past and now you lay bundled tightly, sleeping in your crib. Your skin is fresh and lips quiver as you squeak and gently sigh. What are you dreaming? Do you remember those months in your mother’s womb? Do you recall her tender words as she prayed over you and massaged her growing belly? Did that sly smile you let slip come from a memory of my “joyful noise” as I sang to you while you kicked and tumbled in your watery world? A life of many flavors awaits you and your days with us will be full of many seasons.
Like my own, some will be of fragrant Springs or perhaps painful lessons as you learn to ride your bicycle. There will be seasons of chores for you to learn to serve others… and yourself. Still other times will be full of color and thoughts that will stay with you; though they will change as years pass.
Some of your seasons will dart in and out of others that are long and meandering. Watch for those dashing by; they may seem more important than the longer, but they rarely are. So take a deep breath before you rush to catch them.
I pray the painful days will be short, but learn well from them. Pain is often the best teacher and will help you appreciate your times of joy more fully. But don’t look too hard for happiness. It will come when needed most, if you don’t rush it.
There will be seasons of being the smallest or weakest, the brightest or least informed. Be patient with yourself. I was small too and not very bright. But I got bigger and smarter. So will you.
Your Mom and Dad will be with you through as many of your days as they can. But there are other times best lived through without them; hours of mischief with your friends, loves first kiss, your first trip alone far from home. They were some of my favorite times. I hope yours become a treasure to you.
I have lived many smaller seasons in the one I live now. There have been times of cold both outside my home and inside my heart. I have seen stormy seasons that tore apart my life only to put it back together much stronger.
My season of seasons may soon be over, so I will stay for as many of yours as I’m allowed. But if they are few, I know my son will welcome your seasons even more than I.