Recently, a good friend lost a family member. It was both a sudden and tragic loss. Additionally, the family member was abroad when they passed, so there was added stress and difficulty experienced by the family when trying to bring the deceased back stateside, on top of all that goes into preparing to lay to rest a loved one. My friend, who is somewhat the leader in her family, dropped everything and returned to her home state, to take the helm and try to sort everything out.
I can’t imagine the strain on the family. Every waking moment being up-heaved by something so shocking and literally unbelievable is a stress unimaginable. To be plucked from your perfect routine and thrust into chaos, both emotional and physical chaos, must be maddening. I can’t even begin to imagine the emotions.
The old adage – tomorrow is never promised. As cliché as it sounds, it’s so very true. And all the things that I take for granted - I am too tired, I’m in a hurry, I will catch that next time, bla bla bla…Those are the moments that I should be treasuring. Not by passing.
Today, the clouds rolled in just enough to let a soft mist fall. Quite possibly the most beautiful rainbow ever seen popped up across my windshield. And, I stopped. I marveled at how perfect the colors were in the blue sky. It was just for a moment, but I took that moment. I even found the end of the rainbow! No pot of gold, but I took home another treasure…the memory of taking a moment to appreciate nature and God’s handy work, and to look inward a little instead of constantly live in the chaos of life. Because, when my short days near the end, I doubt I will remember the bedlam of the day to day or the roar of society’s demands, but I hope that I will remember the treasures of memories I have collected in my heart.