Every so often I find myself pausing and looking around. I hear the sounds, smell the air, look at the sights, and really feel what I’m holding. And in those, lately I’ve been catching myself wishing for these specific articulate scenes for the race and the future, but then I stop myself.
If I do that, if I look for the future, then I’ll miss these moments now. I’ll miss my road trip music playing softly while the early spring air fills my lungs. The sky is just at the point to turn on the street lights and my hands grip the peeling steering wheel. And I’ll miss the game nights with my family where we can’t finish the game because we are laughing too hard. The smell of popcorn fills the house and my little fluff ball dog is trying to sleep in my lap. And the nights where I’ve just been completely overwhelmed and my eyes have been on the verge of tears all day. Then I crawl in my mom’s bed, and she holds the whole weight of me. Tears streaming, but everything seems to melt away. The smell of her vanilla candle warms me. She speaks of Jesus and everything that’s good.
But I guess when I’m gone next year, I’ll want these moments back too… but I guess that’s why people give advice to, “live in the moment.”
Be in the season you are in. The people, the places, the feelings… they’re not gonna last forever. Enjoy them, enjoy the great happiness, enjoy the immense sorrow, enjoy where you are, right now.
Lil <3
