I have packed 3 suitcases in 4 weeks.
4 if you count Caleb’s suitcase.
It has been a month worth of trips devoted to celebration of family,
friendship and milestone birthdays.
On either side of the miles traveled,
there have been beautiful meals shared
in terrain where infant pears clung tightly to branches
and bobbing and weaving between bites as
white puffs of cottonwood filled the
air like cotton candy.
Selfie attempts were warranted and perhaps unsuccessful.
My heart is saturated with people and conversations
and with unblemished joy of being numbered among so many I cherish.
The sights my eyes have beheld continue to replay in my daydreams and
I marvel at the hushed utterances of such grace, such blessed and sacred
After the bags were unpacked and laundry piles began to subside,
I did what I always do.
I made a list.
A list of all that needed to be done.
You know the list I am talking about.
The list called making up for lost time.
I wanted to accomplish some chores but I also wanted
to rest up and refuel.
Caleb was away visiting his Grands so my week
could be more concentrated on the multitude of tasks before
Each day I crossed off an item or two.
Most mornings, I set a later alarm.
After several days,
I felt more tired than when I stowed away
Then I read this:
Hurry is the great enemy of spiritual life in our day.
You must ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life.
(as quoted in this book)
Despite my efforts to keep my days one part productive
and the other part relaxation, my pace had been a
I was trying to make up for lost time.
I live my days if I am always making up for lost time.
But what is lost time?
Would I consider a trip to see family,
Would I ever tell a friend,
“Yes, let’s get together for coffee
even though it will mean I am losing
time according to my grand list of to-do’s” ?
No, it is called spending time with others.
It is all about adding priceless gems to our lives,
not squandering it.
There is no such thing as making up for lost time.
Time is continuous and is meant to be spent.
Making up for “lost time” is as futile as trying
to gather sand in your arms.
There is simply today and the minutes
we determine to use in the course of our day.
Seems I recall Jesus saying to let tomorrow take
care of itself.
Don’t worry about that which remains undone.
Caleb comes home today.
(Oh how I miss that boy!)
The last few days have been different.
I have slowed down.
In case, I didn’t get the message, I also have
a troublesome knee which makes me take
each step with care and gratefulness.
So what is your hurry today?
What’s your worry?
There will never been an end to laundry and
cooking and bill paying.
There will be another weed to pull as soon as I loosen
I apologize for stating the facts.
As much as I dream,
I will never read every great book written.
There is today,
a gift to be used and not hoarded.
A gift to be cherished and celebrated.
Spend it well and don’t deem it as
moments that demand being redeemed later.
Simply cash in every second with sweet abandon.
photo credit: Carl Washington