I love this quote by Neal A. Maxwell. He had a way of turning mere words into poetry. This is something I need to work on: moments. If I am not careful they pass me by. I know I have been focusing on this in a couple of my posts, but it seems so important.
But, I have found it isn’t just the little good things that make up eternity, it is also how we respond to those negative things that happen in our lives. How did I respond when the car cut me off? When my friend forgot to return my call? How did I respond when they didn’t care about the party they were invited to that I spent hours and hours preparing for?
How did I respond to the little fingers that reach out for me when I am angry? How do I respond to the messes that seem to appear several times a day?
These are the moments. As I think about what I remember from my childhood, I remember dinner every night together. Family prayers whether we had friends there or not. I remember toys on the floor and bikes in the yard. I remember my mom singing. I remember my brothers wrestling. Laughter.
I hope I can leave good memories. I hope I can enjoy the moments, good and bad, that make up my every day.
Pay attention to the divine things that matter most.