Little Landon

I was thinking this week of a vivid memory I had when I was four years old.  I was in the back of the big black Econline van with Mom at the wheel.  Becky, who was a couple of weeks old, was strapped in beside me.  We had to stop at the one-lane Bailey bridge to let another car go by.  As we waited to let the car over the wooden planked bridge, I looked over at Becky and wondered “Will she ever grow up?  It’s taking forever for her to get bigger – babies are boring.”

In the next moment we were over the bridge and time seemed to accelerate.  Becky is now a godly woman and has a family of her own.

Landon was a little fussy the other night so I took him downstairs for a little one on one.  I turned on the iPod, put on my favourite tenor - Kenneth McKellar, poured myself a nice glass of Niagara red wine, and settled down on the couch with my little Landon.  In the stillness of the moment, I caught myself thinking about that moment at Bailey bridge.  Would Landon flash through our lives?

Thankfully, time seemed to be suspended on this quiet evening as we listed to Kenneth McKellar sing By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill.

By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death
To keep us still Thine own.