The little girls are running in and out, hopping over my feet each time they pass by. Snippets of lively conversations waft through the house along with three different songs being sung as my family is getting ready for church. One sister cooks up eggs and wise relationship advice for a brother simultaneously.
The adventures of yesterday are being discussed in the living room along with plans for today, happenings over the past week and politics are coming from a bedroom. I'm tuning into each conversation as much as I can, I love just being here. In this moment, in this place. This is where I was meant to be, where I want to be... right here, right now.
"What other people think of you shouldn't matter at all! Why are you trying to get approval? You know what you did, and that should be enough."
"The straw poll in Iowa...Ron Paul....."
"What's the percentage... one and a quarter....fifteen....calculator"
"What? Oh, I know... that's a good question.."
Two sisters caught up with each other and are now singing the same Bruno Mars song.
"You can count on me like one, two, three...I'll be there!"
I don't want to leave this moment. I don' t want it to end. Of course it will though. Everything has to have an end, except... an attitude. A spirit of thanksgiving. Peace and joy, a spirit of blessedness... The moment will end maybe already has, but I realize that I can take these with me always.