Am I living?
I look up into the sky. Should I be doing something right now? I notice the flowers, hues of yellow and purple. I touch them; they’re soft and light as air.
I thank God for water ripples and pansies.
Life is made up of moments such as these. Small ones, not big – even if some moments seem huge as they happen. Moments of waiting, celebrating, or fellowship meld together into memories. Living in a moment is making a memory.
I’m a sucker for memories – especially in the form of keepsakes. I have every class picture from elementary school, every luggage-tag from every trip. But what memories really count? I think my journal might have an answer.
“I want to live my life not looking for the posed memory, but the spontaneous one that leads me by faith, through imperfections, to a miraculous growth of character patented by Your perfection.”
The moments God gives us transcend our plans. They often don’t fit into our itinerary. They are spontaneous; often completely unexpected.
Just like miracles.
Moments make memories – beautiful grace-miracles. So what will we choose to remember? How do we create grace-miracle memories that will stick?
Focusing on the unexpected, little-big moments of life and letting ourselves sink into wonder. Listening to our memories’ reminders of the important things in life helps us as we breathe in and breathe out to say, Yes. I am living.
When you hear the whisper of God saying, Slow down – remember that letting the little moments be big leads to Red-Sea sized miracles. Red-Sea sized portions of His grace.
Every breath is a gift.
I look up from the screen.
I breathe in, and breathe out.
I am living.