At the supermarket today, minding my own business. Little cutie and mom wander into my shopping space. She couldn’t have been more than three.
“Mommy,” she says, “I have a poem I want to tell you.”
Mom is distracted. Looking at cans, putting things in the cart. She doesn’t respond.
“Is that ok? Just a little poem?”
Mom says something nondescript. Still no eye contact. We moms have a lot on our minds.
I pause. Pretend to read the label a moment longer.
“I smell the flower, it smells sweetie sweet.
The birdie sounds tweety tweet.
Berries are my favorite tweet.” (She actually said tweet instead of treat. Cute, or what?)
There was more, but mom was walking away and taking the poem with her.
I stood in the aisle, lonely now, repeating the brilliant words of this poem in my head. They made me smile.
How sad, thought I, that the mom missed this precious moment. And then: How many moments like this have I missed? Too many.
Life is crazy, and sometimes…sometimes I just don’t have enough to give.
But here is what God has been telling me lately: Every moment is sacred.
Life goes too fast. To slow down and actually be there in each moment; this is what true living is all about. Instead of impatience, always thinking of the next moment and not appreciating the present; instead, to see my world with eyes of love…this is what Jesus wants me to do.
To be present in each moment.
It sounds so simple.
Yet…I know I will fail. Over and over again.
But I must try.
Because I want to smell the flowers, sweetie sweet. And hear the birds, tweety tweet.
But most of all, when this life is over, I want to know that I let love lead me through it. Not time. Or fear. Or shame. Not money, or things. Just love.
Every moment is sacred. I want to live like I believe this.
Because I do.