I sit here writing this to you with no true intention of where my thoughts will lead today, but, I have a purpose on my heart that I feel so compelled to share.
I was able to spend some very wonderful time along side a family member that I have gone without knowing for 27 years. Yesterday there was a moment that almost brought me to tears. I have always been such a deep thinker, thinking too much perhaps and there were a few words he said that broke my heart, and caused it to swell with happiness for him all at the once.
This family member and I were brought together by a tragedy; his son made his place in Heaven recently and we both felt compelled to see one another, and God placed something heavy on my heart to be there for him. Life is frail, and our tomorrow is never promised. This sweet man that made his home in Heaven had a saying that he looked at daily on his phone. "Make every day count." Say that to yourself. Make-every-day-count. This family member showed me this saying, and said he was going to start doing this...he was going to make each day matter, and just in that moment I almost fell into tears knowing that to him this is a really big deal. Making each day count matters to him. It is not always easy, and I have found that to be so true I got to thinking this morning about what it means to make each day count.
Everyone will have a different opinion of what this means and transcribes into, but, for me...making each day count would mean...loving deeply, even the people that have wronged me, forgiving completely, looking everyone in the eye, listening with intent, asking questions when I want to know the answer, and sometimes even when I do not want to know the answer. Stepping outside of my comfort zone. Taking steps not knowing where they will always lead me. Living with an adventurous heart.
My family is very alive, and I love that. Our home is always full of love and we are always doing something. Making every day count is part of that to me. Sharing things with my family, teaching them, making messes even, breathing in the fresh air, and loving them with a passion.
So, this man that I have gone without knowing for 27 years is already impacting my life. He is teaching me, and he is showing me what lives inside of his heart, and that matters to me. We share so many common threads-our heritage is so closely woven, our eyes have a striking resemblance, our hearts are big, we suffered a loss together-although separately, and we both agree that making each day count is important.
I was able to spend some very wonderful time along side a family member that I have gone without knowing for 27 years. Yesterday there was a moment that almost brought me to tears. I have always been such a deep thinker, thinking too much perhaps and there were a few words he said that broke my heart, and caused it to swell with happiness for him all at the once.
This family member and I were brought together by a tragedy; his son made his place in Heaven recently and we both felt compelled to see one another, and God placed something heavy on my heart to be there for him. Life is frail, and our tomorrow is never promised. This sweet man that made his home in Heaven had a saying that he looked at daily on his phone. "Make every day count." Say that to yourself. Make-every-day-count. This family member showed me this saying, and said he was going to start doing this...he was going to make each day matter, and just in that moment I almost fell into tears knowing that to him this is a really big deal. Making each day count matters to him. It is not always easy, and I have found that to be so true I got to thinking this morning about what it means to make each day count.
Everyone will have a different opinion of what this means and transcribes into, but, for me...making each day count would mean...loving deeply, even the people that have wronged me, forgiving completely, looking everyone in the eye, listening with intent, asking questions when I want to know the answer, and sometimes even when I do not want to know the answer. Stepping outside of my comfort zone. Taking steps not knowing where they will always lead me. Living with an adventurous heart.
My family is very alive, and I love that. Our home is always full of love and we are always doing something. Making every day count is part of that to me. Sharing things with my family, teaching them, making messes even, breathing in the fresh air, and loving them with a passion.
So, this man that I have gone without knowing for 27 years is already impacting my life. He is teaching me, and he is showing me what lives inside of his heart, and that matters to me. We share so many common threads-our heritage is so closely woven, our eyes have a striking resemblance, our hearts are big, we suffered a loss together-although separately, and we both agree that making each day count is important.
The resolution of this picture is not so great. Well, for me it helps (I was lookin' pretty rough after a full day at SDC and of course, the first ride HAD to be a soaking wet water ride).
(Aiden, Natalie, Kimberly, Joey, Jeannie, Maddie, and Miss. Bailee front and center)
(Aiden, Natalie, Kimberly, Joey, Jeannie, Maddie, and Miss. Bailee front and center)