Yesterday evening, my son crawled up on my lap and sat with me. I was listening to a sermon from a pastor I follow. My son just sat there quietly until he finally asked what I was listening to. I told him it was a talk about Jesus. He asked a couple of questions and then just set there quietly and rested in my arms. I loved the moment. I sat there and drank it in. I was actually able to seize that piece of time and just think about how cool it was and take advantage of it. But before I knew it, he asked that I take him up to bed (which any time a 4 year old asks to go to bed, you do not argue), and I did and the moment was over.
It made me think. How much to we really embrace a moment. A chance to enjoy a talk with someone. A nice view. The silence. The noise. A big play. Some kind words. Or how many moments do we miss that we did not capitalize on? I should have said. I could have given. I was just too busy. I want to be the kind of person that enjoy and maximizes each moment God chooses to give me.