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There are many things a child anticipates, and I’m using the word with a totally positive connotation here. Most kids look forward to the first day of going to school. It is a hallmark of their long trek to maturity, although they don’t see it in those words. To most kids, it’s just proof that they’re not a little kid any more. They go to SCHOOL!
We anticipated birthdays with great hope, sometimes satisfied and sometimes not, but the anticipation of the event was always exciting. Another year older to prove yet again that we are no longer little kids.
Summer vacation? Oh, you bet! I loved school, but I loved summer more. I don’t remember ever being disappointed in summer when I was a kid.
Of course I anticipated falling in love, marriage, children, and now grandchildren. It’s a wonderful life. I also, most days, look forward with anticipation to to different kinds of work God has led me to.
There were Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then the new year, with the first big day coming on February 14 when we eagerly anticipated getting a bagful of valentine cards. And all these special days filled our heads as we slept and dreamed; they filled our awake hours with high hopes, and in my case, those hopes were generally fulfilled.
I loved Thanksgiving because of the friends, family, food and fun. Christmas? Same thing, only presents, too. And in my house, God was the center of those two holidays. I’ve always loved the story of the first Thanksgiving. I find it both grievous and infuriating that our revisionist historians these days are doing their best to take the shine off America’s first years, even to the point of a college removing the American flag because some arrogant young people say it represents violence and terrorism. What a slap in the face to all those who have fought and died to preserve our freedom to fly that flag!
I would challenge these folks to find me one single nation in the history of the world that has NOT been guilty of violence at some point in its history. But that’s not what this post is about.
I still anticipate these special days today, at age 69. It’s different now, more settled, more peaceful, perhaps more realistic. I am still thankful for family, friends, food, and fun. I am looking forward to tomorrow.
I am thankful, on this Thanksgiving eve, for all the ways God has led me through my life to this point, and I’m truly anticipating the rest of the journey as it comes closer to its end, because the greatest anticipation of all is to see my Savior. That’s what will make it heaven.