It feels good to slow down. It seems like everything I do is always at breakneck speed, and that’s mostly because everything I do gets done usually at the last minute, and that’s mostly because I’ve procrastinated doing it even though there’s been more than one opportunity to get it done.
Why is that? I wish I knew. I’ve always been a procrastinator for as long as I can remember. I’d rather not be that way because it does make my life waaaay more complicated that it needs to be, but that’s another post for another day. (See what I did there?)
Anyhow, last night Billy Graham had a special on TV, and me and the hubs and the boys watched it together, and honestly, I was quite overwhelmed. 95-year-old Billy Graham on the TV talking about the beautiful cross of Christ, my husband on the sofa with the little one snuggled and sleepy, and me sitting in the floor with the oldest. No cell phones, no iPads, no X-Boxes…just the four of us, Billy Graham and Jesus. Precious, ya’ll. Absolutely precious.
And I wanted time to stop. I just wanted to stay right there in that moment.
My boys are growing up faster than I know what to do with and it seems like there’s always somewhere to be, something to do, and never enough time. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years as time barrels forward like a freight train, not slowing down for anybody.
And so I am grateful for those moments, like last night, when I don’t have anywhere to be except…well, right there in that moment.