Today's Snap Shot

So it is that not only the world around us has seasons, but we as individuals do too. I have been blessed beyond measure in so many ways that I could never begin to count them. As it turns out, this last season turned into a whirlwind and we are headed for the next one at any moment. From amazing foster kids, to perfect in-laws (even at their worst moments I could not ask for more), I take for granted the things that are thrown at us. The little moments that seem so rough pass through the cracks. When they pass and I have time to reflect I can see how those moments were so precious, and when I blinked in exhaustion, they vanished...I missed it. Or did I? Through the lens of a camera no matter its pixels or lens quality, we managed to capture some of the bad with all of that good stuff we are always clicking away for. My husband likes to trash "the bad ones" and I could never figure out why I wanted to keep them. What makes the "not so perfect shot" so hard to delete... I guess because in a few months when I am organizing or scrapbooking, I remember . . . every detail of that event, and how it went and what the results were. I can see that something amazing came from imperfection. Beauty came from a beast or beastly moment. It is the good with the bad that makes us who we are and accepting them together is how we grow and make changes and realize what is truly important to us. It is that nagging note that reminds you "you almost missed it." But it is also the smile on your face when you realize something amazing about yourself or the ones you love, or the ones you only knew for a moment and then were gone. We have a moment and only one and then it is gone. So consider this, to delete or not to delete, that is the question. The best bad pictures I came across today were those of my step brother after a major car accident. The pictures of his car were horrible and the pictures of his virtually unrecognizable face were even worse. The tubes, the splints, the bruises and the stitches . . . all of these remind me of the day that I got the call to come and say goodbye to a brother I had only had for a few years and had hardly gotten to know. Today I remember a miracle when I see those pictures . . . from death to life and an into an amazing youg man that lives his life fully for all the right reasons and to do none other than bless He who comes
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Today I remember that this may be the last for someone or even myself and today and any others I am given should not be lived in haste, anger, or frustration but cherished and lived as if it were the last day.