Sometimes I think the years go by quickly. But the years aren’t what I remember. Moments are. I found myself thinking tonight of the pizza I ate for dinner exactly 31 years ago. It was Domino’s take-out, pepperoni and cheese. Why would I remember that moment?
After all, a lot has happened in the last 31 years. A LOT of moments (and yes, many of them just as memorable to me for similar reasons). But today my mind went past all that to a moment, standing in a cold room, when my first daughter came into the world. I can tell you where I was standing, how I felt, my fear for Donna as the doctors worked quickly to staunch the more than expected loss of blood. I remember the little body, very vocal, and somewhat yellow once she was cleaned up. I remember my hands holding scissors (very expensive ones no doubt) as I cut the umbilical cord.
Obviously significant, but why? Because that moment is about a person, a person very important to me.
The years since have seen that person grow up and become a young woman, a college graduate, a wife, a mother. She has experienced years—and moments.
I have come to believe that life is about such moments—and others not near as singular, but very important to us. All of them are about the people who are so important in our lives.
I don’t know how many years, or moments, I have left. Maybe many, maybe few. I do know I have a tendency to watch the years and miss moments until I am looking back at them over the years, and I don’t to do that any more.
To any of my readers who are near my age, you know what I mean. And to those who are younger, you willJ. May you live in the moments God gives you. The years will take care of themselves.
in Christ,
Randy
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