The echo of laughter and tears, excitement and despair, is still replaying as I close my eyes this morning. I see children living in the moment, building, competing, collaborating, and doing it all over again and again. My initial reaction centred on my need to preserve the moment, if only for two. They had a different approach! It was full-on in the present, without a visible care or worry for what came next.
As today begins, I know it would be easy to slip into a state of anxiety and doubt. There is much to do. As I face today, I know I am carrying my doubts and uncertainties. Do I have the time or the energy to take on the challenge successfully? Even as I work to muster the courage, I think of the kids and their example of the admonition from ages past. “So don’t feel sorry for yourselves. Or have you forgotten how good parents treat children, and that God regards you as his children? My dear child, don’t shrug off God’s discipline, but don’t be crushed by it either.” (Hebrews 12.5)
Life’s whispers continued, expanding on the example two of Divinity’s children left with me.
My calling is realised with the moment I have. My attitude makes a difference. My motivation will impact the words I leave through my choices and actions. Whatever I am building begins with now. Candidly, the question was never about how long it will last. Only I can answer the question by choosing who I will be with what I have.
My story will reveal more than I realise. I can only see so far. Reflection allows me to see beyond myself to others and the opportunities that were seized, as well as those I missed. As a child, I did not fully understand how each moment was an opportunity to learn and grow. As an adult, I may realise they are in the moment, even as I carelessly lose or ignore the window when it is open.
Today is my turn; it is time to play.
