I have been reflecting lately on how often I say, “I used to do that…”
It may be because I am in the second half of life so I have a long list of activities that I have participated in or it may be that I have given up things that really ought to be a part of my life still.
See that beautiful guitar? That is my college graduation present from my parents, “in case teaching doesn’t pan out”. I used to play that daily. Now I dust it weekly.
Some things that I used to do belong in the past as Paul encourages us in 1 Corinthians 13:11 ” when I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became (an adult) I did away with childish things.”
But playing the guitar doesn’t have to be one of those things. Life gets full: relationships, parenting, career pursuits, etc. Sometimes we set aside an activity that is really a sacrifice to give up at the time. Mine was guitar playing. Lately I have been looking at this with such a melancholy glance that I am considering making time for it again.
What is something you used to do that you want to make time for again?
Play on, My Sister, play on!
I have so many memories of sitting on the back steps of the sorority house with you and others, guitar strings tinkling in the night air and voices lifted for all to hear. Songs ranging from "Open the Door and Come on In" to "The Cat Came Back" and "The Tolkien Chant"! Those were sweet nights, sweet years. Just a strum of a string can bring it all back, so play on, My Sister, play on!