Don’t Hurry; Be Happy

boy and father

I left the store behind a young couple with a boy not even two-years old yet.  His little legs barely held him up.

Mom and Dad were in a hurry.  Dad pulled his son along by the hand, the boy’s tiny legs struggling to keep up. Three little stumbling steps and Dad would drag him three more.  Three more steps and Dad would drag him again.  Each time the boy was dragged along he’d turn, look at me, and smile. His parents never stopped to look at the world from his point of view.

The scene reminded me of when my own son was little, but rather than hurry I held Daniel’s hand and walked at his pace. He was always looking at something: a plant, a bug, his shadow, or usually a car. He’d see a car and ask what kind it was. Ford? Chevy? Toyota? Volkswagon Beetle?

Daniel didn’t know – or care – about the time or a schedule or even our final destination. He was more interested in the journey, learning and enjoying each moment as we moved toward whatever came next. Each was a moment never to be seen again, moments that now I’m desperate to recapture.

Life is too short to hurry.

Father God, teach us to hold Your hand and enjoy the moment.  Teach us to be more like kids.

So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom (Psalm 90:12).


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