How Much We Miss

“Let’s go for it,” mom enthusiastically encouraged. “It” was a small hike just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. The day was so beautiful, and our family had just finished a picnic lunched, followed by the boys and Dad playing some football.

All agreed – some half heartedly, one pretty much out of coercion, but at least three of us were excited to take this journey. “It’s only 1.5 miles,” mom continued. However, we weren’t very far into the “short journey” when Dad began to explain. It was at least 1.5 miles to the farm we were going to tour, and at least 1.5 back.

Still, it was very enjoyable, and everyone was having a great time. Some nearly ran it! They hurried ahead – although we didn’t need to hurry. They conquered quickly – but oh, the things they missed.

They rushed by the brook – some of us stopped to hear it sing. They missed the snake sun bathing itself on a rock. (I didn’t really enjoy that scene too much!) They forgot to view the lush green ferns, the velvet moss upon the rock . . . and missed the beautiful doe, so delicate in her design as she looked at us, and patiently allowed us some time in her world.

Sometimes we carry this hurried concept into our walk with Christ. We quickly pray and read, and hurry off to nowhere. Oh, we took a moment – that’s better than none. We know He’s with us as we go – but to take time to really see and hear what He has to say – when we rush by, oh, how much we miss!

Just like those in my family who “rushed on ahead.” They enjoyed – but didn’t really “take in to its fullest” the grandeur all around. So, we’ll go again – sometime, Lord willing – and time will teach as life goes on the preciousness of taking time to see.

And, Lord – please, teach me. . .

By Janene Dubbeld

For Gods Glory

Take it with You

Our soul waits for the LORD; He is our help and our shield. Psalm 33:20