This morning as I was eating my breakfast I was thinking of how quiet it is, all I can hear is the sound of the heat pump cutting on and cars in the distance and it brought back memories. Not memories of silence but of sound, the way Saturday mornings used to be when the kids where little or even still at home, the sound of them playing with their toys, talking to each other with the sound of the tv in the background and I would be going about my day, cleaning, fixing breakfast and doing the things we take for granted everyday, my house was full of noise but I paid no attention to it I just went on about my routine like it would always be this way. But it doesnt stay that way, they grown up, they live on their own (I know its suppose to be that way) and than we are left with silence, but yet our minds and hearts are full of noise, we can still hear their voices, we can still hear the disagreements between them we can still hear them coming up with some plans for the day and we can still hear the laughing and we wish we could just have that just one more Saturday with the kids home.... (yes I do miss those days, but I am thankful for those days as well) it even makes the verse James 4:14 even more real Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow: for what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and than vanisheth away.) Take the time to enjoy each second and each moment of every day..
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 14:08:02 +0000
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