Sometimes in the middle of the day, I carve out some time.
Just a ten or twenty minute break.
To breathe life in.
To enjoy this moment.
To experience God’s creation in a way that takes my mundane
and makes it new.
Things used to be different. I’d say to myself, I don’t have time
or There’s too much to do.
I still have too much to do.
But now I just do it. I pause.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve realized from watching my husband go through cancer and living through my son’s death:
Life is short.
Those aren’t just words to embroider on a pillow.
“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath. ” Psalm 39:4-5
As writer Shelly Wagner says,
You see I have learned
Chances don’t come again
I listen when they say,
“Opportunity is brief.
Remember cement gets hard
Yesterday is set concrete
Unable to record your words.”
Today. This moment. Thankful.
John Piper says,
If you love his gifts, think on how wonderful the giver must be.
So let my words and my heart record–
while there’s still time,
before the concrete sets:
Thank you, thank you, thank you.