So there I was sitting at a table, and saying good-bye to another group of kids. Youth band, the next generation, is now heading off to be grown-ups. They said thanks, the last four years has been wonderful. Four years? Has it been four years? How did that happen?
I watch them talk and eat and smart mouth, make one ten-foot straw out of ten one foot straws. They crack me up. They are so beautiful and handsome. Weren’t they just goofy little kids just a few short moments ago? And now they’re moving on, each taking a piece of my heart with them.
One would think that that would hurt, and it does a bit. I feel a bit of a pinch as I watch them take off, eh. But mostly I’m just so proud of them. They are really such nice people. I hope theses young adults remember to keep a child’s heart. I hope as they mature that they remember to remain immature. I hope they remember just how much they are loved by their families and me and most of all God. Did I get that across? In giving a piece of my heart did I give them a piece of my faith? Will they be able to find the joy in the sadness? It’s always there, although it’s hard to find sometimes. I hope they will remember to look. That’s all it takes, remembering to look.
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