I’m guilty. Sadly, I’ve allowed the speed of life to blur way too many moments than I’d like to admit. Moments I’m unable to recapture.
I’ve kept washing dishes after hearing, “Mommy, watch me build Lego’s.”
I’ve continued perusing email messages after hearing, “Mom, will you come sit with me?”
I’ve forfeited time with my miracle simply because I was too into me.
Moments I’m unable to recapture.
Regretfully, I turn to the infinite One who is not measured nor confined by time. He reassures me all is not lost. I AM reminds me the present is still the present and He is in it with me. I cannot change moments lost, but I can choose to go forward INTENTIONALLY experiencing the present. In the present, I AM is right with me.
What’s in the present? I’m still a tired mommy, fully to over committed. How does the presence of I AM help me make changes? How does I AM intervene, slowing down life, my life, so I don’t miss moments? It is this thought, two beautifully written sentences which speak into me: Life is not an emergency. Life is eucharisteo. (Voskamp, 2010, pg 74)
Eucharisteo ~ grace, thanksgiving, joy…
Living eucharisteo is an intentional choice. It’s realizing, understanding and accepting “life is so urgent it necessitates living slow…That in Christ, urgent means slow.” (Voskamp, 2010, pg 74) Now, drink that in for a moment.
“‘Wherever [I am], [I want to] be all there’ is only possible in the posture of eucharisteo. I want to slow down and taste life, give thanks, and see God.” (Voskamp, 2010, pg 77)
Slow down and taste… “Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!” (Psalm 34:8, ESV)
Give thanks… “give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, NIV)
See God… “ He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power. After making purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high,” (Hebrews 1:3, ESV)
Today, I slowed down, purposefully looking for a moment, a moment I might have overlooked shortly ago. My little man sheepishly crawled into my lap, arms and legs everywhere. He nestled into my shoulder and sighed deeply. I began gently rubbing his arms, his back. He relaxed deeper into my shoulder. We sat, he and I, my miracle in skin, for what seemed like hours. Mom and son, sharing the present in the presence of I AM.
I’m full of thanks for our moment in time. I’m thankful my son loves to crawl up and snuggle even now. I’m thankful that in this face paced life, I pause. No email, no dishes, nothing but the three of us.
In the quietness of the moment, son in lap, I saw HIM.
Linking with Ann at Multitudes on Mondays…