Today begins with a strong sense of family, past and present. The house is still; nothing except my fingers is moving. The only sound that breaks the quiet is the hum of the furnace keeping me warm. The voices of family echo in the rooms – parents that have passed, brothers, sisters, cousins, and so many more. I saw a Christmas t-shirt that was the introductory line to the stories replaying in my mind. As I consider the future, the stories fade as the lesson reminders continue.
Every person has a story to share. By opening myself up to fully and completely hear their story through their words, emotions, and everything between the lines, I find myself being taught, guided, and filled with helpful wisdom. I am grateful for their presence in my life. Each memory is a lasting gift that transforms me in ways only they can. In the stillness, I can hear each voice. I always want to remember the shared moments, even though I know they will fade over time. It is as if I am living an echo of a writer’s comment: “I could go on and on, but I’ve run out of time. There are so many more – Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel, the prophets….” (Hebrews 11.32)
Each moment is an opportunity—personal, unique, and full of possibilities. When I think of those time zones away, I find myself sending my best thoughts and prayer for their day. The memories they gifted me reframe my hopes for each person and their community. Looking outwards changes my view of the day ahead of me. I take courage from the stories that replay in my mind. I find hope in the echo of their laughter. I am motivated by the wonder and joy we have shared. With each in mind, I find myself caring to make a difference with the time that I have now.
Now is the time for new stories. In my perfect day, compassion will dominate, kindness will be everywhere, and care will make the world a better place.
