Have you ever lost something you were unable to recover? Just an old
yellowed and faded photo of a boy, just home from fishing! The house
behind is white and ramshackle. The boy is only five or seven with a
goofy grin holding a small catfish. He is wearing a olive drab hat
and is shirtless, wearing blue shoes encrusted with mud.
I can see my mother handing me the snapshot, but have been
unable to locate it. I have even dreams about what box, I may find it
in. I am beginning to worry the pic is a figment of my imagination.
If it was not developed by Kodak, it is kept in my thoughts as a Kodak
moment.
Maybe, that why I drove over a thousand miles in two days. Maybe
that’s what prompted a late night fishing trip. Maybe, that whoever we
meet, that is from the past generates excitement. Maybe, that is
how it is so awkward to say goodbye.
Frustrating as it is, there are some things lost in this life, we will
never be able to recover. The peace we had before we lost control.
The sin that will not go back in the Jeanie’s bottle. The sharp knife of
a short life! The relationship we did not nurture.
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps 90:12
