With clumsy four-year-old moves, he dribbled the ball, dropped the ball, caught the ball, ran to the net, looked up, tongue out, surrounded by little hands and feet, he shot and…
The. Ball. Went. In.
The crowd went wild (well, mostly me, mom). It was as if it all happened in slow motion. Each moment replayed vividly, each step caught on the camera of my heart, leading to that final glimpse of not the ball through the net, but the amazement and proud smile across my sweet son’s face. His first basket, the only first basket he’ll ever make. You see every basket from here on will be second, and third…you’ll never get that first moment again.
We live for firsts.
That first breath of life
First I do
First sound of a beating heart within a swollen belly
First time you saw her
First time you held him
And every first in between. We love firsts…
Firsts are a gift from the Creator of each. They are to be noticed, celebrated and deeply cherished.
Yet, I don’t want to live each day waiting for the next first. For as soon as it happens, it ends. I want to notice, celebrate and cherish the gift of the smile on my son’s face each time it appears, the joy of holding my daugher in my arms each time we embrace, the feel of my husbands lips across mine the 1000th time I’ve felt them, the beauty and warmth of the sixth home we’ve owned, 100th recital we’ve watched or basket we’ve witnessed. I don’t want each of these moments to be like the first, I want to cherish them as they are. I want to be grateful to have had that many times to notice and celebrate the simple yet grand gifts of this imperfect life.
As much as the sheer brilliance and grandeur of every sunset I’ve witnessed draws my heart and soul back to the one who designed it all; I want to live in a way where each moment in this life compels a heart of gratitude and a spirit of worship.
However, this my friends is a choice. An active choice to slow down, to see and to cherish. To offer praise and thanksgiving for each first, second, third and on….till we breathe our last breath on this earth. For as simple as a ball through a net might be, it offered me a pearl of joy to treasure within my heart. And in this life, we are offered many pearls to treasure, but so few do we ever truly grasp.
“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2:19xo,
Worship: I love music and I love to share it. Each song is for each post. Enjoy! Be Still– Kari Jobe
© Tamara Gurley 2015