Quiet. It is just after one in the afternoon and only the sound of a ticking clock is heard in my home. Quiet here is rare, but three kids are at camp and one is sleeping.
Time. It is just after one in the afternoon and no tasks are pressing on my list. Time here is short, but three kids are at camp, one is sleeping, and my house is decent.
Quiet. Time. Quiet time. So scarce that I have usually to wake before dawn to enjoy it. So necessary that I want to wake before dawn to get it.
Our homes and our heads are always so loud. Our schedules are always full. Could purposeful busyness be an idol keeping us from God? Could busy family life be the idol keeping us from being a family? In our homes; in our churches?
Those are questions worth considering.
Sitting under the shade of a tree I look up and see all that I have been missing. I stare up at the sun peeking through leaves and recollections of childhood flood in. How oft I would wonder. I would swing on the swing set looking up through the trees and wonder. I would lay in bed and stare out at the stars night after night wondering. I would admire the beauty of creation for the sheer joy of admiring the beauty of creation. I would wonder for the sheer joy of wondering. I love nature’s wonder and I love to wonder about it. Wondering is one of life’s greatest gifts. But who has time to sit still and wonder? Who has peace enough to sit still and wonder? We have an abundance of worry, interruption, deadlines, and drama. Taking the time to wonder is last on our list most days.
Could it be that we are missing the most beautiful things because we are failing to look up? Always, everywhere people can be found looking down – consumed with the created. Little wonder why that half eaten apple is applied on that which we and our children waste our lives consuming. We are choosing the lesser over the greater day in and day out.
When was the last time you looked upward?
After three days without her ipod, my seven year-old finally looked up yesterday. She said something like I have not heard her say since she started looking down all the time.
“God painted the clouds, Mommy.”
That is an observation worth making.
She and her sisters played cards together. They played dinosaurs and Barbie dolls. She brought me a storybook to read to her. We went to the lake and they swam with Daddy. I watched a man who is often consumed with looking down at his work look for struggling, wet locusts and begin turning them over. “What are you doing,” I asked. “I’m turning them over so their wings will dry out; so they have a chance.” He pulled live ones out of the water and set them right side up on the beach; on the boat.”
I marveled at his kindness, even for bugs. Then, at God’s kindness, even for me. I soaked in the wonder of creation and I remembered why these times and places are life’s true wonderland. We cannot allow purposeful busyness to crowd them out or we will be missing out; our children will be missing out.
Quiet. Time. Quiet time. Don’t let busyness crowd out wonder in your life. Sit under the stars. Stand in the rain. Swim in the lake. Walk through the trees. Play dinosaurs with the kids. Pray. Ask. Thank. Trust. Smile. Wonder. Rest. Live.