Make Every Moment Count

Make every moment count; I have heard this saying so many times that it began to lose its meaning, but now I have been re-awakened to the idea. When I was a teenager I took the moments and seized them (carpe diem), but they were for superficial things. Honestly, now I can only remember a handful of things that I did as a teenage that still hold significance in my life today.

In my college years I took advantage of everything I could; clubs, extra courses in different fields of study, parties, and internships. I thought that if I made these moments count then I would have success in life. Yes, in a way it is true that I have success in life because of what I did in college, but it is not the success that I dreamed of. Most of these moments are not significant anymore and hold no permanent spot in my heart.

Daddy/Daughter moment!
Daddy/Daughter moment!

My father use to say that worrying about the future would just make the future more daunting and instead I should just enjoy my life; I use to laugh at him. I thought that the more I took advantage of the moments given, than my future would be secured – truth is I was taking advantage of the wrong moments.

A mistake I hope to correct in my life now.

I was always looking for profit and gain. Whether it was improving my social status in high school, or being an overachiever in college, I missed the big picture – to live a life worth remembering.

When you finally come to that point in your life when you realize that the things that once mattered no longer do your thinking begins to change. I remember fights with my parents all through high school. I would yell and scream, I would even try to “punish” them by making them feel guilty, but for the life of me I cannot remember why I was doing these things. Whatever it was it matted to me then, but not now. I grabbed the wrong moments to seize.

I recently told my husband that we waste a lot of energy getting upset. At first he just stared at me, then he agreed. It took us 26 years, but we finally get why our parents always smirked when we got mad.

Personally I only saw my parents get mad, and I mean really mad, a few time. I remember asking my dad why he would walk away in the middle of a debate with my mother and his response was always, “You have to pick your battles,” and “it isn’t worth the energy. I would just be doing more damage.” So dad, I finally understand, sorry it took so long! Thank you for the lesson, it is one I hope to teach to my children.

I don’t want to seize the moments that will scar my memories, I don’t want to look back and only remember the yelling (which in this situation was directed at a puppy who decided to eat nail clippers).

Cooper attempting to look innocent!
Cooper attempting to look innocent!

I want to remember that I laughed so hard that tears poured down my face at a joke my husband told me. I want to remember all of the joy that I experience when I hold and play with my son.

Yes, the big moments in life matter, but so does the “smaller” moments. The everyday moments are worth being remembered and if you are too overwhelmed with life and trying to achieve success you may miss them.

Money will always be there and so will jobs, but life isn’t about making a living, it’s about making a life!

This memory is one I will always hold close.
This memory is one I will always hold close.

I hope you all take the time today to create lasting memories and live your life to the fullest!

~Sarah

Colossians 1:10 – “so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God,”

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