After 27 years of ownership, we are selling our house. As we pack everything, I am continually struck by how many “lasts” we face—the last cupboard emptied, the last letter I wrote from my office, the last meal in our sunny dining room. Little stuff, but I am marking their place in our history as I say farewell. And yes, it’s sad. We have so many memories tied to that home! And yet I realize these “lasts” could be much more heartbreaking. I am so grateful that I don’t have to say goodbye to John…that I am not faced with “Is this John’s last breath?” or “Did his heart beat one final time?”
I can’t help but think of how many people don’t realize until it’s too late that they just faced a “last” without knowing it. A dear friend kissed her husband goodbye without being aware it was their last kiss—he passed away from a heart attack later that day. Four parents—acquaintances of my daughter’s—lost their children this week to the devastating genetic disorder, MPS III. Another sweet friend called her husband for dinner—and he never made it to the table.
Lasts can be excruciatingly painful. Yet God is the Lord of firsts. He promises that His love and mercies will never end and that they are new each morning. Today I resolve to cling to these beautiful and fresh firsts—I will start my morning by thanking the Lord for His many blessings and for the ones yet to come. I will be grateful that we love because He first loved us. And most importantly—that I will seek first His kingdom and His righteousness…
1 Lamentations 3:22-23
2 1 John 4:19
3 Matthew 6:33