I’m a sweet. Not that I am sweet, I love sweets!
Without sounding terribly neurotic, I consume pie, cake, or maybe a warm-salted-caramel brownie, sprinkled with chocolate chips with a big scoop vanilla ice cream on the side, slooowly and carefully so as to relish the texture and flavor of each and every bite.
Because when it’s gone it’s gone.
My hubby does just the opposite. He devours his portion of any dessert in a nano second. Honestly he eats it so fast I don’t know how he has the chance to taste it nevertheless the ability to enjoy it.
Knowing how I love my sweets, years ago a friend gave me a pillow that reads:
Life Is Uncertain, Eat Dessert First.
A loose translation of that might be: to be wise is to live life like you eat a good dessert….slowly, attentively, savoring every bite.
But to be truthful, I’ve lived most of my life like my husband eats dessert.
In One big flurry of hurry.
From grade school to high school to college graduation I was in a hurry to get to the next big thing.
There always seemed to be an abundance of time to waste and I never stopped to taste its sweetness.
I was already a young mom when I realized, if only for a moment, life on this planet had an expiration date.
We are “…like grass that springs up in the morning. In the morning blooms and flourishes, by the evening it’s dry and withered. Psalm 90:5-6 NIV
I can still remember the day. I was sitting on the back patio talking with my friend Molly about the day each our kids took their first step.
As if it weren’t obvious, the thought occurred to me that our children only take a first step, once.
The realization that I’d never cross that plain again, never go back, stopped me in my tracks.
The urgency of the what next had always consumed me. I never stopped to date the calendar, or put numbers on the clock.
The marking of my son’s first step was like an alarm going off.
But, it didn’t take long for me to hit the snooze.
Because seasons with little ones are hard and with each stage that came I was ready to move on to the next, thinking, surely this will get easier.
But each period came with its own trials and difficulties.
And as quick as a blink, life with children was a memory.
“Teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12
As a young girl, and a young mother, time felt limitless, and days seemed endless.
But now in my fifties, I see time with boundaries, days as short, and I wish I could slow it all down.
“Remembering our time is limited, provides us with the wisdom to know how to spend our limited time.” Andy Stanley
I’m saying all this because,
I don’t want you to miss out on your todays chasing after your tomorrows.
It took the passage of time for me to understand the wisdom within the words of Psalm 90. But it doesn’t have to be that way for you.
To make the best use of our time we don’t have to grow older to be wiser. We merely need listen to the words of the wise before we grow old.
Each day of life should be consumed like the best dessert we ever put in your mouth. Not rushing the experience, but enjoying it.
Because when it’s done, it’s done.
*photo credit, Madison Stanley
~ Looking forward, pressing on, seeking God. ~