..This morning was a perfect morning. I got up two hours before work to make time for the things that matter the most to me in life: God, prayer, devotional time with God on the balcony with the sun shining down its warmth, devotional time with Joe after having breakfast together and walking the dog. Then laying there together on the couch for a few minutes holding each other than praying with and for each other. It was a perfect morning, it’s a perfect day.
Then this perfect morning time ended as I had to rush out the door to hurry to work. I was a few minutes late.
While I was driving though, with the top down in my little blue VW beetle again the sun continuing to shine its warmth on my face (so bright and full of love that it requires me to put my shades on to protect me from its care), I starting thinking about time and this perfect day. We always push time to the limit and sometime curse it for it’s impatience, but then I think, if it wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be a perfect day because I wouldn’t even realize it. It would just keep going on and on and on and I would never take "time" to appreciate it.
I pray you all take time to enjoy a perfect day, whatever that day may entail for you that makes it perfect. Just make it matter and make it great!