Getting up in the middle of the night with a baby, when the only sounds in the house are the antique mantle clock marking time and the hum of the refrigerator, affords plenty of opportunities to reflect.
One thing about life: it's full of changes. Some unexpected, some planned, some that bring joy, some that carry sorrow. It's just part of the ebb and flow of humanity. And yet, through the changes, there are constants.
A young minister I know used to say whenever she would extinguish a candle: "And the light was changed, to continue in another place and time." Her message was that the true Light is never gone from our presence, even when we cannot see it.
Love is like that. It may be changed, as all things eventually are, but it also is constant, remaining with us, part of us. My little girl asked yesterday, after watching The Fox and the Hound, what it means when we say someone is with us in our heart. I gave her my best answer: that the love we have for one another stays with us, no matter where we go or how far apart we may be. And so, those we love are part of the fabric of who we are. That's nice to remember in the wee small hours of the morning.
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