We’ve spent much of the past year “chasing after the fleeting winds of youth, through forests of indecision”, as I wrote long ago in high school, way before I actually knew what that meant. It turns out there’s great fun to be had in trying to catch certain moments as they fly past, all giggling and breathless and fresh from the well-springs of young hearts alive with discovery; but then the task gets more difficult: trying to capture them for keeps, to preserve them as vibrant and bright and meaningful—that’s the real trick, isn’t it? And yet that’s where we manage to find some of our highest purpose, while wading through the messiness of life, of new jobs and new babies and new challenges that tempt us to become overwhelmed in the sheer inconstancy of it all.
And 2009 has certainly proven to be that kind of year: we’ve made major life decisions and changes, career shifts, and discovered that our passel of 5 children evidently was not complete, and now we expect our sixth sometime in late March of 2010. The children have grown, and changed, and are all finding ways to make their marks on the world already, even as we—as their parents—work to find ways to make our marks on their hearts, through the sacred days that are masked in the mundane.
We had the delight this year of trekking up to Yellowstone, one of the most fascinating and beautiful geological wonders on the entire planet. We were struck by the changing, moving nature of the earth in that place, how some places within the park can grow by several feet a year, while others recede, a terrestrial dance of balance. This is no sterile, stagnant monument for the ages; instead, it is the very picture of creative forces at work, forging their paths up through what, at first glance, seems to be impenetrable rock. The result is often chaotic and sometimes a little scary, but always beautiful and irresistibly thrilling.
We’ve found a great many parallels between our experiences in Yellowstone and those within our network of family and friends this year; the nature of our relationships is always changing—growing or receding or just changing form—and what we wind up with is always beautiful in ways we couldn’t have imagined. Late nights at the coffee house with a few good friends, an impromptu dinner with someone we just met, game night with cousins up in the mountains of Montana, even a frightening evening in an urgent care waiting room with the children huddled about; all of these experiences, though often unplanned, have been little expressions of a great Love bubbling below the surface of our lives, rising to break that surface and creating something surprising and Beautiful. These are the moments that we treasure and chase after, trying to capture them, like snapshots, for the scrapbooks of our hearts. And we thank God—and you, our precious friends and family—for the chance to experience the greatness of the small moments we’ve shared with you throughout the year. It is our prayer that we learn to let more of those moments happen with each of you, to look past the façade of our mundane everydayness and reach out for the Creative and the Beautiful, wanting and waiting to happen.
We pray you a coming year of fullness and grace and vision to take hold of what is truly important in the world, beyond dirty dishes and money and commitments and schedules, and all that threatens to cloud the sight, and into the real joy of capturing the great moments for all that they’re worth.
