Tuesday 13 August 2013

Beautiful in its Time

We just got back from a little family vacation. Nothing too extravagant. Nothing too long (everyone was so pleased to be home after 3 1/2 days!). Nothing too far.

We went camping at Bird's Hill Park for a few nights.

We discovered right away that we were going to have territory issues with the local wildlife – ground squirrels in particular. One member of the family thought they were the cutest things and gave them names and treats and looked for opportunities to touch and feed them. They didn't need much encouragement to come around for food. Another member, who has an aversion to any animal with rodential inclination, spent a certain amount of time flailing and screeching at the things. And there was yet another member who took it upon himself to rescue the family from these insidious creatures and took to throwing logs at them, jumping up from picnic table and lawn chair at every opportunity to demonstrate his prowess. And a raccoon did visit the first night and after rummaging around and eating left over chips pilfered half a pan of rice krispie squares, pan included. I found it dragged into the bush the next morning.

 
And then there were, of course, the things we forgot at home. Like enough air mats for everyone to sleep on, and the necessary inverter required to blow up the mattresses we did have along, and a pair of pajamas and tooth brushes (although I'm not entirely sure if those were forgotten or simply left behind...).

We only camped for two nights, but despite the balmy forecast, it started raining around 6:30 PM on the second night and continued till early morning – sufficient time for the tent to develop leaks and for everything to be soaked in the morning for packing up, which we did remarkably quickly, I may add. By that time the siren call of a hotel room was loud and sweet.

 
But we had a memorable time and enjoyed each others' company. The kids are old enough for family bike rides and we made it to Lower Fort Garry, a living museum of an old Hudson's Bay Co. post from the 1800's. We visited the grave sites of both my grandparents and my husband's grandparents before settling into our hotel room for the night. 
 
 
 
 

The thing that struck me, both from visiting the museum and from pulling weeds from around my grandparents' graves, was how short a lifetime is. All these things that seem so pressing, perhaps that are even important, are all over so quickly and it doesn't take long and few people remember.  Nobody remembers the things that Sir George Simpson was worried about or particularly minds that the post didn't work out as successfully as he had hoped.  No one remembers the names of all the HBC employees who sat around smoking tobacco or aiming their muskets out of the tiny holes in the stone walls at the equally nameless Aboriginal men aiming their arrows over the fort walls.  There is no record of what my grandparents were anxious about in 1953 or what difficult decision or life change they were presented with in 1967. It just is gone so quickly. It kind of puts one's own life in a bit of a different perspective. 
 
 
The last night of our holiday we did spend in a hotel. It didn't rain. In fact, it was a lovely evening, warmer than it had been all day. My husband and I walked across the street to Tim Horton's to get an evening snack for the kids.  It was a pleasant, satisfying evening.  A golden orange crescent moon hung in the western sky.

You know,” mused my husband, as we strolled down the sidewalk.  “It was on a summer evening just like this many years ago that Barry [his old high school friend] and I were sitting on the hood of his car discussing what it would be like if we got hit by a truck on the way home and that was the end of life."

We pondered for a moment as we carried on.

"And now that's what happened to him. I wonder if he would say now what he thought he would say all those years ago.”

We walked on in silence for awhile.

What did he say?” I asked.

He said, 'It was good while it lasted.'”

Let us make it so.

 

God has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
I know that there is nothing better for people
than to be happy and to do good while they live.
That each of them may eat and drink,
and find satisfaction in all their toil – this is the gift of God.
I know that everything God does will endure forever;
nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it.
God does it so that people will fear him.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 - 14

3 comments:

  1. I so enjoyed this post. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. I think I needed that reminder today.

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  3. Thanks, Donna, your story about Jeff & Barry, brought more tears & also comfort. Jeff was a very good friend to Barry & they enjoyed many adventures as "The Fab 5" I wish you much success in your new venture & may you have a positive influence on the many young lives you will touch. Blessings.

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