None of us are guaranteed tomorrow. The last time we were all together was when my step-Dad passed away, and I had thankfully insisted on photos then, as well. I'm so, so thankful I did. They're the last photos we have of Boyd.
I was talking to Mom the other night and she said that she feels the Lord brought Boyd back from his wanderings these past two years so we could all have him for a little while, get to know him again. This would have been even more devastating if we hadn't had these years together.
What I'm about to say does not apply to those who are physically or mentally harmed by someone and need to protect themselves by keeping a safe distance. But are any of you fighting or feuding with your family? Is there someone you haven't talked to in years? I tell you, it's not worth it. Choose love. Love allows God to do His work in others without you having to take it personally. Love allows you to have compassion, gentleness, and understanding from a God's-eye view. Love doesn't care about imperfections. Love speaks truth without hurting because there are no other motives than genuine concern. "Love keeps no record of wrongs." (1 Cor. 13) Forgive and choose love, because NONE of us are guaranteed tomorrow.
Glenna and I began our long drive back to Albuquerque. We stopped in one small town because it was traditional - it's also the place where cell phones begin to work again! (There are NO cell phone towers in Mom's small town.) We stopped at the corner market for some:
One more night of New Mexico, then Glenna and I would have to head home.