Over the past few days have been the goodbyes.
I started with a trip to Texas, where we helped my Granddad move stuff and prepare to move. During this time I said goodbye to my Uncle Mike, my Granddad, and his wife. The next day we got up and said goodbye to my Aunt Ann. And that was the goodbyes for my dad’s side of the family. I only teared up when I said goodbye to my Granddad.
Then we made a drive that I had not made in many years. It was to my Gram-Gram, but the way that we went was from Texas which I had not driven it myself and also we had not been that route since we had moved to Missouri. We drove through the Arbuckle mountains, which in my childhood meant we were almost to gram-gram’s. What a beautiful site they are, mostly cause of what they mean to me. At gram-gram’s I had lunch and spent some time with her and my Aunt Dottie her sister. Then we said goodbye and headed back to Monett.
This whole journey was reminiscing on my child hood from the drive to Texas that we made countless times when we moved to Missouri, to the drive to Gram-Gram’s all the things that we a big part of my childhood.
But now I’m about to get on the road to Chicago and to the next part of my life. A friend of mine and a man that I look up to once told me a story more like a parable about life. It goes something like this, A young man lived in a house that had a nice white picket fence that surrounded the front yard of the house. He was happy in this house and the yard. Then he looked and saw another house down the street with a bigger and better yard, he decided to move to that yard but it was bigger more to mow and flowerbeds to take care of. And he realized that he didn’t want to take care of it all. And wanted to go back to the other house that was less responsibility.
What I have always gotten from this is that as we grow in life while we might want to go back to less responsibility and less responsibility we can’t go back once we leave the fence for the next one there is no going back to that same yard.
So hear I sit and I’m leaving the biggest yard I have left yet. I will not come back from this journey the same man, but a much different man. That may want a even bigger yard. I also have be seeing that God and I keep moving yards too. We keep stepping up our relationship and it is flourishing more than ever.
With all this I choose the new Yard, more responsibility, More, More, More. I told God at training camp I wanted More. Well Here I am leaving the Yard for that More.
