My daughters and I went shopping today, the day after Thanksgiving; the infamous Black Friday. We didn't get up in the middle of the night, but we headed out earlier than usual. We shopped, had a lovely lunch, saw a sweet movie, and finished out the day with a favorite Christmas DVD and Thanksgiving leftovers. As I spent time with my girls, I realized that we had turned that corner. We laughed and teased each other. We shared intimate thoughts and dreams. We acted like old friends, and it was wonderful.
I've lived my whole life never considering that I might not bounce my grandbabies on my knee. I fully expect to still get to do that, but I've just never acknowledged that it isn't promised.
So yesterday, as I looked across the lunch table and watched my girls laugh and enjoy each other, and as I saw my older daughter roll her eyes as her little sister tried on jeans that were just a bit tight, I thanked God for each and every moment I've gotten to spend with them. I told him my longing for a lot more of these days, and I promised to never again take for granted that every second with my family is a gift from Him.
I'm learning not to take those simple things for granted, as well. Nothing is promised, but much is hoped for.
ReplyDeleteI've learned that we have to make an effort to be aware of our blessings, and that my sinful eyes often look for the things I don't like, rather than the many, MANY things that are sooooo right.
It's a painful and scary way to learn, but it works!