Olympics mark the time.
I cannot help but consider how my life has changed from one Olympics to another.
Just two Olympics ago I sat in the kitchen with Jess at her parent’s house in Massachusetts. We were newly married, I was in seminary, and Jess was cutting my hair for the first time. We laugh at the memory because the haircut lasted for most of the opening ceremonies.
The next Olympics came in 2008. We huddled around a new television (that we would later return) in our new house in Tennessee with our little one-year-old, Caroline. Much had changed.
Now, four years later, we filled the sectional couch at the lake house in New Hampshire with three kids piled together. Loads of noise and fun. A raucous young family. With a few more gray hairs and a few more stories to tell.
The next time the Olympics will appear, if the Lord so wills, we will have a nine-year-old, a seven-year-old, and a five-year-old. Jess and I will have been married for 12 years. And only God knows what other changes will have occurred.
So as I bid farewell to the summer Olympics, I wonder where the next will find me.
“Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12