Lasts

We have about three months left of living life in America. Three months. There is so much to accomplish and so many goodbyes to say and some many things that will be our last.

We have already experienced a few lasts in our life here in Plymouth. We had a last family trip to the pool late in the summer. Fayth and Hannah are taking their last swimming lessons. We had our last garage sale (can’t say I am too sad about that one.).  Today is my last practice as a freshman football (american) coach for Plymouth. These are the last three months.

There are many more lasts to come; our last Sunday at church, last drive to Minnesota, last fresh cheese curd, last Christmas in the parsonage, last Thanksgiving and if I were to think more about it there are probably countless lasts that we will over the next three months. Oh and the last trip to the Exchange Bank Coffeehouse. (might be the hardest 😉 ) Some aren’t so bad and some will be heart wrenching and honestly, some, some will leave us weeping. Sure will be times when we eat cheese curds, swim in the pool, celebrate Christmas with family; but these will be done as visitors here and not one who is home.  Everything changes.

Two thoughts:

1.

We are doing things here in Plymouth for the last time so that we can follow our savior in what we know he wants us to do that will last. Paul in his first letter to  the church in Corinth talks about building upon the foundations of Christ with things that will last. Missionary CT Studd’s poem starts with

Two little lines I heard one day, Traveling along life’s busy way;

And from my mind would not depart;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.Bringing conviction to my heart, 

I want my family to be about doing things that will last.

2.

The last things here mean first things elsewhere. First night in a new home, first dinner out with new friends, first new believer in Paris, first successful conversation with others, first tearful evening wondering if we messed up, first morning watching the sun rise over the streets of Paris, first time seeing the stars on a different side of the globe. Without lasts there may not be firsts. 

Thanks for reading. What are your lasts and what are you doing that will last?

6 Replies to “Lasts”

  1. Cant say as I’m looking forward to saying au revior to your family, but I can say that I am so glad & privileged to have friends who are completely sold out to Jesus.
    Light and momentary sadness traded for eternal bliss; its a good trade. Thank you for going to Paris so we can celebrate with more people in heaven.
    While you’re in Paris collecting the saints, we’ll collect some more from Plymouth.

  2. Cant say as I’m looking forward to saying au revior to your family, but I can say that I am so glad & privileged to have friends who are completely sold out to Jesus.
    Light and momentary sadness traded for eternal bliss; its a good trade. Thank you for going to Paris so we can celebrate with more people in heaven.
    While you’re in Paris collecting the saints, we’ll collect some more from Plymouth.

  3. Tony… this just about made me cry. I know John and I will probably be in your shoes sooner than we think. Thanks for blazing the Envision Paris trail. Your family is in our prayers while you are in Colorado.

  4. Tony… this just about made me cry. I know John and I will probably be in your shoes sooner than we think. Thanks for blazing the Envision Paris trail. Your family is in our prayers while you are in Colorado.

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