Tomorrow I will go and watch a graduation.
One of the graduates is a middle child who comes to help me occasionally, to clean my house. We talk about the things that happened in the youth group last week. She doesn’t even comprehend that I can remember her mama when she was barely out of the youth group herself. I can remember a conversation, at a retreat, with her young mama about whether or not she would make the decision to leave the work force and come home to raise her children, the first of which would arrive soon. Suddenly that Mama’s presence and her love has filled that home for 20 years and they are raised.
One of the graduates’ father was in our youth group in a different town, 25 years ago. It was yesterday, wasn’t it, that he sat around our kitchen table and dyed easter eggs with my son and other teenage boys with the flair (and in decibels) that only teen boys can make when doing, one more time, things they wished they had not outgrown. Pretty sure, he came, as a
teen, to watch me and the kids, in musicals in our community theater in that little town. Now this loud teenage boy has raised a beautiful daughter who excels at everything she does and I have watched her in her own musicals. Somewhere in the interim, my husband thought up the “Red Coat” award at Lads to Leaders. He helped put flesh on the idea and then he helped put the coats on the kids for the past seven years or so. This graduate wears one of those prestigious, but hard-earned coats. We just get this amazing privilege to weave into lives, generationally. God is good.
I watched one of the graduates cry that very first time he went up on the stage at age four to lead a song. Now he regularly leads with precision and praise from a faithful heart. He plays the piano and wins scholarships and loves his godly mama and daddy fiercely. I’ve watched him grow stronger through loss. I’ve watched him toughen defenses against the devil and cling to the people of God. In the interim, I traveled to foreign soil with his mama and I was changed for good.
I watched yet another graduate, from childhood. I watched him be the example that taught and baptized his own now strong and faithful father. I will get to hear his father, at graduation, if he can make it through, talk about this son who loves another Father even more. I’ve heard this 17-year-old preach lessons from which many seasoned preachers could learn a lot. I have seen him stand for truth and right when men much older were cowering. I have seen the power of godly motherhood in this graduate.
And, suddenly, my five-year-old granddaughter is saying to me…”Well, Mammy, I said you were a granny, only because of your hands. You have granny-hands…” or on another occasion, “I’m so glad you’re still alive, Mammy, so we can shop together…” or, better yet “When I grow up, will you be waiting in heaven for me?”
It’s all so sudden. It really is. These little girls just the other day walked across the kindergarten graduation stage. They did…yesterday. And those little boys in Jon-Jons, were carried out just last Sunday, for what their mothers did not know was the last time, to the back hallway, for a spanking for misbehavior. Suddenly they are up there delivering the lesson while other mothers are making the exit. It is all so sudden.
I won’t get to see all the glory they bring to my Father. Because…”Yes, Eliza. I will be waiting in heaven.”…for you and for them.
Happy graduation to these and so many more that I love across the miles.





