Moments. They are the little pockets of time that form the histories of our lives. How are you living yours? This entry was waiting to be published on Friday, and in the midst of a Life interruption the short story I wanted to share has taken on a whole new light.
About a week and a half ago we were going about our usual house cleaning and my husband accidently knocked my wedding bouquet off its perch. I watched in anger as a chunk of it crumbled on the floor. I will openly admit, I was really MAD! I yelled at him as I think any normal woman would. It was my precious bouquet from my wedding day and I had a right to be angry! He should have been being more careful, right?? As I was picking up the pieces my oh so symbolic poetic mind started working. Why was this bunch of dried flowers so precious to me?? The answer, was the Man that had clumsily knocked it over. Without him what would a dead bundle of flowers matter to me? After that each petal I picked up felt like a representation of the pieces of my heart. They are held together with Chad glue. Without him my life would fall to pieces.
Friday morning my Husband called me to tell me he had been in a very serious car accident. I was instantly on an emotional roller coaster. By the grace of God he walked away unharmed. Looking at the car that shouldn't have been the case. I am so overwhelmed with gratitude that he is here with me and our little boy, that I can't express it enough! I just keep thanking God for the blessing of more time. More moments.
Now maybe you can see the significance as to why this post is so meaningful. As most people know, Love and Pride cannot sit at the same table. So love harder, cherish longer, and squeeze tighter what's really important in Life. Live every moment as your last.
A BIG thank you to everyone that was there to help and support us!
