Chapter-a-Day Ephesians 4

Note to regular readers: I realize, looking back through all my chapter-a-day posts, that there were chapters I missed along the way. This is part of a series of "fill-in" posts I plan to publish in subsequent days and weeks. We’re still working through the book of Acts M-F. Consider this a little extra thought for your day.

Taylor_dadNo prolonged infancies among us, please. We’ll not tolerate babes in the woods, small children who are an easy mark for impostors. God wants us to grow up, to know the whole truth and tell it in love—like Christ in everything. Ephesians 4:14 (TM)

It’s been a week of contrasting experiences and contrasting emotions. The local high school began the fall semester and our daughter, Taylor, did not get up to heed the homeroom bell. A high school graduate, she is ready to leave the nest in a few weeks. I must admit I felt pangs of grief this week. My baby has grown up. As proud as I am of the incredible person she’s growing to be, I’m sad to let go of "daddy’s little girl."

Then, this weekend we spent the weekend at the lake with our friends and their one-year-old. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent an extended period of time with a little one that age. I watched him as his emotions change from laughter to tears in the course of a heartbeat. I’ve cuddled him in his infant fragility, and I’ve changed his diaper. It brought back a flood of memories of having my daughters down at the lake when they were babies. You forget how needy and dependent a little one can be.

It was good for me to be around this little one, and to mark the time. Things grow. That’s the nature of it. I know too many people who grow into adulthood and retain the neediness and dependancy of an infant. "No prolonged infancies, please." Grow up. Leave the nest. Follow the road prepared for you toward maturity and Christ-like-ness. Taylor is a mature young woman. She’s growing in heart, mind and soul. It’s time for her to strike out on her own road.

It doesn’t mean I won’t still have pangs of grief when she leaves home in a few weeks. But, it’s as it should be. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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