Moments

Moments, that is all I have.  Microscopic, fleeting moments are what makes up my life.  Am I stopping to remember them?  How many moments of my life have my eyes been wide open, but I have been rushing, racing, sleeping right through?  How many of the popsicle days, run, twirl, and skip days, dangling bare feet days have I seen and yet forgotten to open my eyes too?  Someone wake me up before the moments of childhood blur past me like dandelion dust.  I have got to figure a way to stay fully awake while the times go blurring by, everyone slipping past. How do I stop living like life is an emergency?  I must start believing that life can only be carried in the hands of the unhurried.  All of these moments are only for me!  For me!  The gratitude for the seemingly small and insignificant are the seeds that plant the magnificent of this life.  Time does move on but the moments are what make life beautiful.  I must spend my one life well – holy, ordinary, amazing grace, a gift!  How am I choosing to live?