I am cleaning up from breakfast and getting ready to go for a walk with the boys. Both of my little ones are in the living room, standing at the couch, driving their little cars with motor noises.
I know this time will pass. I know these moments are but sand slipping through the hourglass. How can I hold onto them but in my heart? Even if I could take a thousand pictures a day, get every moment on video, or even do much better at it than I do - I still would be unable to keep this moment here. Even if I were the type to stay on top of my scrapbooks, journal every day, write down each new phrase - missing nothing - still the time would pass.
Oh, God, what lesson do you have for me in all of this? Psalm 25 comes to mind,
"Make me know Your ways, O LORD; Teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, For You are the God of my salvation; For You I wait all the day. "
It is evident that there is a purpose for all of this, the passage of time, the brief stages of life, the joys and the sorrows. We are fools if we do not seek the wisdom in each moment, reflect on the beauty and pain we see and experience each day, and ponder in our hearts just what it means.
Thank you, God, for my precious boys. Thank you that I am at home with them - that I have that privelege, which others sometimes cannot, or will not, experience. Help me to capture these joys in the way that you have designed for me. Help me to live each and every moment to its fullest capacity, but to move on from those times that I do not.
God, keep these boys safe - spiritually, mentally, and physically. Give them long life and health that their lives may glorify you and that they may lead the lost and hurting home. Let them be a light in an ever darkening world that despises truth and flourishes in deception.
Most of all, God, thank you for this precious moment......my boys and their little motor noises.
