I have a perfectly legitimate excuse for not posting this weekend. Christmas celebration Saturday, as well as an after-Christmas sale mall shopping trip. Sunday, church and babysitting for six hour straight. Boom! There you have it. So. I apologize and here I am, posting, albeit a day or two late. We're all waiting. Waiting to grow up. Waiting for school to be over. Waiting to be married. Waiting to turn 18. Waiting to turn 21. Waiting for enough money. We spend so much time looking ahead that we forget to live in what's around us. Shauna Niequist puts it this way: "Through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin." I've found myself falling into this trap, waiting to do things until I'm old enough, through with school, when I have more time, you name it. And I find myself missing out. Constantly working toward that one thing. We're not promised tomorrow. So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you. I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye. Wherever we're standing, I won't take you for granted 'cause we'll never know when we'll run out of time. So, I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you. I've been learning to cherish the little things. The way the morning sun casts translucent shadows through the thin curtains. The way my family sounds when they laugh all together at a stupid joke. The way my little cousin smiles at me and laughs at the way he's creaming me at a card game. The way my little brother dances around singing, "The sun has got his hat on. Hip hip hip hip hooray! The sun has got his hat on and he's coming out today." The way me and my sisters have late night conversations that mean nothing and everything. In another quote from Shauna Niequist: "Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearls. And strung together, built upin one another, lined up through the days and the years, they make a life, a person....I don't want to wait anymore. I choose to believe that there is nothing more sacred or profound than this day. I choose to believe that there may be a thousand big moments embedded in this day, waiting to be discovered like tiny shards of gold." Our lives are made in these small hours. These little wonders. These twists & turns of fate. Time falls away but these small hours still remain. So, be more aware. Look around your mundane, non-eventful life and notice the little pearls of beauty that may not be obvious to everyone. Something as small as the color of a soap sud as it rises out of the dishes. Or bigger. Write them down. Go over them. Love the people around you. If you like something about someone, tell them. Make their day. Give your dad a hug. Help Mom with the dishes. Buy a lollipop for your little brother (they're only 50 cents any way. ;). Live in the moment instead of waiting for your life to begin.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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