Unloading this trailer is reminding me of my adolescent days working on my uncle’s farm throwing crates packed with corn, baskets full of tomatoes, moving irrigation pipes, etc. I have been dragging my body out of bed every morning for the past three mornings.
However, when I see my children, I become like a little kid inside. I am so glad to see them. My son was studying this morning and it was all that I could do to keep my mouth shut for 15 minutes.
After dropping him off at school, Kenny Chesney’s song, “Don’t Blink” came to my mind:
I turned on the evening news
Saw an old man being interviewed
Turning a hundred and two today
Asked him what’s the secret to life
He looked up from his old pipe
Laughed and said “All I can say is.”
Don’t blinkJust like that you’re six years old and you take a nap
And you wake up and you’re twenty-five
And your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads
Next thing you know your “better half” of fifty years is there in bed
And you’re praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
Don’t blink
I think of the wonderful relationships I have with each of my children and thank God for the advice that I got as a young father 19 years ago. By the grace of God, I haven’t blinked. I haven’t missed many days. And I didn’t miss this morning either.
This makes me wish I was there more than I already do. Precious.