Today I watched my oldest son perform on stage, singing worship songs with the rest of his classmates.

I gazed at his bright, angelic face and found myself skimming through the years; pulling up memories of his chubby, chapped cheeks and his winsome smile. I could hear his laughter and feel the thumping of happy feet as he danced with delight.

I allowed myself to consider how much he’s grown, how his features have changed. My joy was brief; reminiscing wound its way to wisdom.

What my head had been hearing, my heart finally heard…with piercing clarity; (more…)