A Moment in Time
Sometimes, the most important things in life are closer than you think. How about standing right in front of you.
That was the case this evening. Trying to recreate an old story, the words were just not coming. I stopped. Standing in front of me was a relative’s daughter, just home from summer camp.
What better subject matter could I ask for? “Sweetheart, how about answering some questions for me about summer camp?” I think I caught her off guard more than me, “Ok, like what?” she asked. I realized I had no clue what to ask her. How crazy is that. Shoot from the hip, Hazel Lee, with no plan. Seems to be a pattern I have.
”Describe a day at camp beginning with your first day,” I suggested. “Well, we take our bags to our cabin, unpack, then head back to meet our counselors and new friends,” she said. I was struggling. Everyday at camp was structured the same.
However, I managed to discover a few special moments with my questions. Her favorite dinner: chicken. Her favorite breakfast: donuts. Keep going. Boring, Hazel Lee. I‘m supposed to be a writer.
Favorite activity? Big smile. Zip lining around the camp. Favorite craft? Huge Smile! Her face lit up like a rainbow! Woodworking with her new friend. “I made a butterfly and she made a cross,” she replied.
How wonderful!” “How will you stay in touch this summer?” I asked.
”Text,” she replied. Works for me.
After a moment of silence, and two final questions, we were done. “What about electronics?” I asked. “We were not allowed to have any, not even television,” she replied. “Did you miss them?” I asked. “No, Lee, not at all,” yawning as she replied. It was her bedtime. A lasting moment of dialogue, never to be forgotten.
When I thanked her for a moment of conversation, I realized I had not written about her before. First time. Why? I’m not sure, but I do know we had begun something new. I also knew I wanted it to continue.
Next time, we will choose a new subject for discussion.
It might be as simple as asking about her game of tennis; is it improving, or
when can we hit some tennis balls together.
Definition of communication: The imparting or exchanging of information or news in a relationship. A verb, requiring action, under the guidance of our Lord. I can do that.
Why do we fail to see God’s answers to so many of our questions in life?
Blindness. Why do we make some thing so hard, when it should be easy?
Practice. The word for today is practice.
One human being communicating with another human being; practice.
Thank you, Father, for opening my eyes. Thank you, Father, for opening my ears.
Extraordinary in the ordinary. A moment in time. Less is more. Cherish each moment.
Be still. Listen. An eye to see. An ear to hear. Be on alert. Be aware. It only lasts a second.
JOB 6:24, “Teach me, and I will be silent; make me understand how I have gone astray.”