A few years back, our gang of 4 had the opportunity to visit New York City and take in all the usual sights. One familiar locale that stood out to me is Grand Central Station, or as it is correctly called, Grand Central Terminal. On average, over 500,000 people travel through there each day. The Main Concourse with its iconic clock serves as the primary thoroughfare for commuters entering and leaving the Big Apple. Watching a time lapse video of this busy venue(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8tpphnqD9w) presents a bee-hive like blur of activity; people coming and going while the clock atop the main information booth sits patiently by, reminding the participants of the reality of their chronological constraints.
Fast forward to the Harvill house of late. We are in that phase of life where Beth's and my weekends look somewhat like the clock in Grand Central Terminal. Tessa and Jonathan raise such a dust cloud of activity around us with their social and academic pursuits, we simply sit and wait, enjoying the fullness of their lives while making ourselves available to assist with transportation or monetary needs (within limits). Now, to be sure, we take every advantage of the freedom those activities present to enjoy each others' company. Yet, these times help us to realize that while time waits for no one and kids grow up while we grow older, the blessings, joys and struggles of the days of our lives are a wonderful reminder of the grace and mercies of God. Like that clock in Grand Central Terminal, He remains unchanged and ever vigilant to watch over us throughout our journey on earth.
