"I love how life, even in the face of great change, is still pretty much the same...between regrets of the past and apprehension for the future, I'm leaning to cherish every moment while I have it. They don't last long, but each is precious."
That from almost a month ago. Time is slipping by. Today, just four months remain until I say goodbye to everything I've ever known. Four months until I step out in faith on this crazy path that God has set before my feet. Four months to arrange visas, tie up loose ends, pack and prepare myself for whatever is going to be thrown at me. Four months of moments with my family. Four months of home. It's such a short time! Each day is filled with emails, photos, typing, merchandising, baking bread, website design, folding washing, and all the other day to day chores that are part and parcel of my job and home life. Not to mention the added duties of organising my temporary immigration and all the other jobs that have to be done so that I can leave. Mostly the moments fly by without me even noticing. I mean, it's April already!
But sometimes, there's a moment. A tiny, sweet moment. I had one last night. Sunset was long gone: not even a hint of twilight hung on the horizon. Worship had just finished and the youngest sibling had taken himself off to bed. I relaxed in the rocking chair, gently rocking backward and forward, hardly noticing the movement. I looked around my home. The rag-rug that Mum spent hours crocheting diligently until it was big enough to cover our lounge room floor (Josh, take your dirty jeans off the mat! Unless you want to be the one to wash it next time). The mismatched chairs around the hand-me-down table. The shiny, black, granite kitchen benches. The stack of recipe books. The old blue lounges that we've had for as long as I can remember. My piano. The big fireplace with Grandma's plant decorating it's top (That will have to be moved soon. I wonder where we can put it? Maybe on top of the old piano?). Mum, dear Mummy, getting squished and squeezed and pulled as the kids said their goodnights. (Don't pull on her neck guys, she's got a headache!) Daddy, leaning back on the lounge as he relaxed after a long day researching pipe benders and such.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I looked around at the things and the people I love. And I knew that I had to remember this. This time. This feeling. This warmth. This view. This familiarity. I have to remember this and carry it with me across oceans and time zones. Treasure it.
Cherish every moment.
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