Hey y’all! I hope hump day is treating you well. At this point in this pregnancy we are at 35 weeks and each day is D R A G G I N G G G G G G. So this hump day is even more welcome than usual! May could be baby month *crossing fingers,* and I am really praying it will be. But Jesus has the perfect birthday in mind for my sweet baby boy, so Lord willing I can chill my little impatient self down and just wait on the Lord. But man, I’m not gonna lie, it’s hard!
Initially I wasn’t actually planning on blogging about time and patience today, but for the past couple days Omar has been walking through a season on mourning, and it’s been hard to watch. He had a friend from school who was in a single car accident Sunday evening. Although his friend was fine, his young son was killed in the incident. What has made this even more difficult to process, is that the sweet boy was Sami’s age, hitting Omar a little closer to home. The whole ordeal has become a topic of conversation for us often, as we try to process how we would walk through a similar tragedy if , God forbid, it ever happened to our family.
I understand, you cannot ever be completely prepared for something as heartbreaking and overwhelming as the death of a loved one, especially an unexpected death. But last night, after dinner, God showed me something so beautiful that I feel we all know in our hearts but lose sight of in the day to day processes of life. It moved me to my core, and maybe it will inspir you too.
Last evening I was sitting in my lawn chair watching Sami play while enjoying his dessert (aka, half of a vegan date snack.) He often takes his time eating his favorite treat, but last night he seemed to be going even slower. Although he was wondering and entertaining himself while munching on this delicious snack, you could tell he was conscientiously savoring every single bite; he didn’t want it to disappear too soon.
It was there that I realized, he was doing something that I don’t do that enough. It came so naturally for him and it is so unnatural for me. I realized, sadly, I don’t savor the precious moments with my family like I should. I don’t fully embrace the private times I get to spend with Omar just decompressing and sharing my heart with my soulmate. I don’t always linger while watching my son play or get down and play with him. It’s not because I don’t care, but because I expect to see that continue for years to come.
But, what if it didn’t? What if today was my last day with either of my boys?Just like Omar’s friend, we don’t expect the unexpected, especially when horrific tragedy strikes. What if one of your nearest and dearest’s life ended tomorrow, or even tonight? We often have a tendency to rush through life every single day. We have goals, we have aspirations, we run like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland declaring, “I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date.” But shouldn’t your family, your friends, your church, this moment...all of it be important, precious, unique. It will never be repeated the same way again. Every moment is a snow flake, and not one will be identical to another.
So today, let me encourage you to savor the moment, savor your family, savor life, like my toddler savors his favorite dessert. Enjoy every second and love the process of life as God leads you accordingly. Make a conscience decision to love on those around you. Stop rushing to your “very important date” and make right now just as important.
Love you all!
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