Four down. Eight to go.
Eight full weeks until school starts again.
Who’s counting? Yep. Me.
But I pause this Monday—another summer vacation day of Legos, playing outside, Netflix, art camp and swim lessons—to think back. (I can pause because of art camp. Selah.)
The first of three months has been better than I hoped. Despite two rounds of summer colds, we’ve had a lot of fun.
It’s so easy for me to drift into thoughts of what’s next
that I can easily overlook the right now.
My six year old learned to ride a bike.
My eight year old has devoured half a dozen chapter books.
There have been countless houses made of small colorful bricks, doll parties, Vacation Bible School and two trips to the local water park.
Both my girls are learning to swim.
And I am learning to walk.
I walk slowly enough to see the crayons strewn on the floor with a smile. Someday there will be no crayons, no living room floor art sessions. But they are here now, and they are wonderful.
A promenade up the stairway to my daughter’s room leads to an unexpected conversation with a brilliant eight year old.
Strolling through a mall, my girls and I stop for a while to enjoy a fountain. We spend almost as much time just being here as we do in their favorite stores.
For most of my life I’ve had a plan. At age 20 I made a 100 year plan for the rest of my potential 120 year lifespan. I’ve set and met goals, run a marathon, managed several of my own businesses and recently have been actively pursuing a career as an author.
But whatever I do, I need to walk. My eyes need to see and ears need to hear what is happening here and now. It’s so easy for me to drift into thoughts of what’s next that I can easily overlook the right now.
So yes, I’m counting down until school begins, but I’m also looking back a bit, and loving my life today.
- Be Up to Know Good: Read through Galatians 5:13-26 and focus on keeping pace with the Spirit. May we, like Enoch, be those who faithfully walk with God.
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