God, please don’t let me miss this!

We rock. I hold him close. Kiss his face til I fear he may wake up. And whisper these words, “God, please don’t let me miss this.”

She’s across the room. Sucking her thumb. Holding her blanket. She asks me to dance, so we twirl and giggle to some timeless 90’s hits. And I beg Him again, “Please don’t let me miss this.”

He wields sticks like lightsabers in near death battles. He tells me made up jokes like, “What do you kill a pig with? A pig axe.” He’s got soccer tryouts this week. And I find myself begging once more, “God, please don’t let me miss this.”

This. All this fun. All this innocence. All these moments that will soon be memories. All this grace.

I can slip into fear easily. We almost lost it all. Maybe it’s kind of a curse.

But it’s also been a blessing. It’s caused a reverence of little moments. An acceptance that the holy can be now. That the most important thing could be today.

“Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.” (Psalm 144:4)

Today may seem long. Heaven knows I will be done before the clocks says I’m done.

“O LORD, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?” (Psalm 144:3)

Why does He keep on blessing? Doesn’t He know I’m just a “passing shadow.”

The picture on the wall reads, There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

He gives enough time for what He really wants me to do. He’s not a taskmaster hoping I end today dreading tomorrow.

Am I expecting more of myself, more of this day, than He is expecting of me?

Have I forgotten that the way He held yesterday is the way He’ll hold today and the way He plans on holding tomorrow?

One moment. One breath. At-a-time. This is grace.

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Yep…they went to the movies like this a few months back!

 

 

 

 

 

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