This weekend I was blessed to be able to go to my parents for a quiet, but very special Easter. My two younger daughters actually went with me which gave me some incredible quality time during the journey! However, because this was the fourth weekend in a row that I have had to go somewhere (mainly ministry opportunities), I almost was too tired to savor the blessings!
When I think of my best friend who lost her mother four years ago, I should be ashamed of myself. My mother is still vibrant and alive, beautiful and so soothing to be around. I cherish the times I am with her and my dad, who is an incredibly interesting, jovial fellow. This weekend, however, everything felt in slow motion, a little defunked, slightly off kilter. But I did try to push through it, look my parents in the eyes, smile, listen, share, and savor them.
In the car, I eavesdropped on a conversation one of my daughter was having with a close "friend" -- who happens to be a male -- and talked with both of them about silly things, random things, trying to praise them, thanked them, just being real with them. Never, ever would I want to be guilty of missing these priceless moments again.
In the past, because of the overwhelming twists and turns of ministry, I know I have missed opportunities. I have fretted and fumed through probably some very very potentially special times. I can't take those back and I don't usually go back and feel guilty about them. I have what I have now and I am going to enjoy it. Any time, any moment spend with those we love are gifts that God gives to us over and over again!
So what if my permitted daughter drove (at night) down Hwy 218 which is very rural and very windy. I survived. (twitch, twitch!) So what if I didn't have a new Easter dress this year. I survived. So what if I am dragging today and can't seem to focus on anything. I'll survive.
But the family times won't -- if we don't breath them, smell them, taste them, enjoy them!
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