It was a hot summer day in July, probably in the late 60's. I sat on the grass of our little yard, with the Harrison Lake breeze not far off, and the smell of summer in the air. I remember pondering - I am alive this moment - will I remember it? It will never be this moment again. I don't know if it was a new awareness of the passing of time, or savoring the moment, but I do remember it well. I was 9 or 10 years old; that is one part I do NOT remember!
I had that same awareness when I held our babies in my arms, especially as infants. I could stare at them for hours, and wanted to capture the moment, to deeply imprint it on my brain, so I would never forget their looks, their smell, the preciousness of new life. And it is a cliche but where did the time go? My daughter now holds her second little one in her arms, and just yesterday my sister and I oohed and awed over the precious features, the little faces he made, the brilliant smiles he shared with us, and I wished I could hold it in my mind forever.
Do you ever want to capture time, and hold it still, just for a while? It seems we rush through life, catapulting through events without even stopping to really be aware. Perhaps it takes a heart attack to really stop and listen, although I would not recommend it! But I find that I am paying more attention again, really noticing and savoring, and trying to listen.
I especially love summer - next to spring it has always been a favourite season to just enjoy nature, family, warmth, light. I especially love light and want to cling to each fragment, each ray, before the night steals it away and the dark of winter comes again. Warm summer evenings are lovely - to be outside and smell the summer smells of neighbourhood barbeques and the scents of the garden. I often pinch my basil or dill or lavender and smell deeply - lovely! I learn from my little grandson who loves to smell the flowers - he smells deeply and is delighted. It is a good thing.
"How short you have made my life! In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind", so says the Psalmist in Psalm 35 (Good News Version). And yet the Creator God whom I love is one who is everlasting, who breathes life into us and holds all these moments in the palm of His hand. Thoughts to ponder this lovely Sunday summer day.