The Cutting-Away Lens

It’s that time, again.

Child 3 of 8 is graduating from high school, which means another mommy-final-exam has arrived. At least, that’s how I feel as I dig through boxes and computer files, looking for pictures and memories to assemble a display celebrating her childhood and school days. Celebrating her life!

I find myself cramming for this test, using free moments to cut and glue and sort and feel. Yes, feel. That’s the tough one. I have been able to race through much of my life NOT feeling things (which is for the I don’t know how you do it post eventually), so when the feelings wave crashes over me, it’s intense. I’m much better at the cutting and gluing.

Mom, are you ok? This sweet girl is always checking on my heart.

As I look through pictures of her brand new, at 3, 4, 8,12,15, deciding on how to arrange them, I find myself cutting away backgrounds.

cutting away the mismatched furniture to show the birthday girl holding up her gifts

cutting away the dirty dishes on the table to show the project she is working on

cutting away the pile of laundry on the couch to show her holding her new sibling

cutting away the unmade bed to show her playing with her dolls

I’m cutting away to focus on the person and the doing.

Why do I get so caught up in the parts of life that will be cut away?

I am learning to view life through that cutting-away lens. When I get caught up in the overwhelming spiral of all that is not getting done while I care for a child or email a friend or encourage a faint heart or have my own heart encouraged, I try to remember to look through the lens of what is lasting and what will be cut away.

The only lasting things in life are people’s souls. Everything else will be cut away.

2 thoughts on “The Cutting-Away Lens

  1. Ruth

    WOW! A well needed reminder. It’s true. Reminds me of 1 Cor . 13:10 But when that which is perfect has come , then that which is in part shall be done away. Our children will reach an age where we have built the foundation for them and all the undone things that would just need to be redone over and over and over ,again anyway won’t matter in the least …..You have chosen the better part….

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.