Every August, our church holds a big concert. It’s a time to celebrate the blessings of a year, and for us, it is always a sort of marker of time, in the way that holidays and birthdays are. I watch my boys dancing, looking up to the ceiling, knowing the balloon drop is to come, and I take mental note of all that has happened in a year, all the ways that we have grown.
There is a lot to be said for stopping every now and then to just give praise (in whatever way is your custom) for the finished works in our lives. Celebrate the things that are done. Say goodbye to what was lost, give thanks for what was gained.
The decisions made, the ideas that came to life, the milestones crossed, the doors closed…
the songs sung, the stories read and written, all are worthy of a moment to just stop and say, “It. Is. Done.” Put it in a box, wrap it up and put a bow on it. Receive it, the completion of so much, as a gift.
Somehow, taking a moment to stop and say, “so long” to all that is behind you, makes it easier to walk on.