I lay in bed at night, tired from a long day. The day held so much - chores and school. Laughter, creating, dreaming and planning. We read and talked, we gathered our groceries, and started getting ready for a weekend visitor. The day was now over.
The house sat quiet. Little ones sleeping in their beds, the kitchen was clean with the sound of the dishwasher humming, toys that were once scattered were now put away, pillows sat nicely on the couches, school books quietly waiting in the school basket for tomorrow's lessons.
I lay there with thoughts swirling around in my head. These days pass much too quickly. I just want to grab the cord of time. I feel it is slipping much too quickly. I just want to reach out and pull it with all my might, causing it to slow down.
Lord, help me to grab hold of each day, help not a minute to be waisted. Lord, help us to continually stay focused on what is most important.
See the that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time.
Lord, help us to be wise.
I begin to ponder a new day... what will tomorrow hold?
The beauty of life. The beauty of a new day. Minutes to treasure, to grab hold of. Days of learning and growing. The enjoyment of a life lived together.
When I look back, even though there may be sadness at the amazement of how fast these days went, a smile will always be there, because we lived well.