Another typical day. Another day of working hard, each moment consumed by some “important” task. But on this day, I take a moment to look up around me. I am startled to realize that some of the trees are already bare.
Suddenly I realize that Fall is slipping away all too quickly. In the midst of my busyness, I’ve forgotten to savor each magical moment…each enchanting leaf. I’ve yet to make a pumpkin pie. I’ve yet to savor a hot cup of cider. I missed the way the maple tree turned from green to yellow to red. And I forgot to watch the leaves falling softly to the ground.
I feel in a panic. “Wait!” I want to shout, “Come back!”
But they can’t come back, all those times I’ve missed…all the opportunities I wasted to delight in glorious Autumn.
Like a soldier marching on, time does not stop or waver. It does not hear my mournful cries. It just keeps pressing on. On to another season, and another time.
And as I watch Fall march away, I realize something very sad: that in the midst of tackling my to-dos and tasks, I completely missed a season that I can never again get back.
And so, with eyes wide open, I step into a new season, a new time—this time determined to not let those precious moments slip away…those simple, little gifts.
Lord, may I never be so busy with life and living that I forget to stop and delight in the gifts of the season I am in. May I not let these seasons of life slip away like Fall…never to get back again.