Water slipping through my fingers . . . ungraspable . . . experienced with wonder . . . these moments of time. I cannot hold and keep them. They are here, and they are gone. I must stay fully awake . . . fully aware. Listening for the nuances of inflection . . .seeing the details of design . . .sensing the joy of now . . . this moment . . . this gift.
What joys do this day hold? For what can I offer hearts of gratitude? What weaving of life’s tapestry is clearer today . . . brilliant threads of life transforming moments into eternal purpose.
Memories packed away in the albums of my mind remind me that life is a vapor . . . this eternal moment will leave only fossils to remind me of today’s joys.
Focus . . . absorb . . . pay attention! Fleeting moments of joy . . . I must not be distracted by the troubles of this life . . . these joys must be the crowning of every day. Lord, don’t let them escape my notice . . . let them be my focus . . . hearts of thanksgiving for gifts of joy.