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.