by Jim Dant

The tide rises, the tide falls...

Along the sea-sands damp and brown 
The traveler hastens toward the town, 
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls...

The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls...

 

These words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow are echoing in my mind as I pen my final Family Matters article this morning. They remind me of the constant motion of life - the greater story of life - and our role...at least my role in it.  I have enjoyed walking the beach of life with you over the past several years. We've left footprints in a host of wonderful places - places where we have walked and talked and prayed and eaten and laughed and hoped and cried and celebrated together. All of these footprints have been significant...and will linger for various lengths of time in their influence.  But...the tide rises, the tide falls.

 

I am grateful to have walked with you. I envy those who will walk with you after me. I rest in the fact that we continue in a story larger than ourselves - what I've done or left undone is held in the hand of God. God must increase...I must decrease....the tide rises the tide falls...