My youngest wandered into our bedroom this morning as I was ignoring the alarm and asked me to pray that he “not be sick anymore.” I mumbled yes and he went downstairs to see his sisters as they were getting ready for school.
I didn’t realize he was sick. I mean, he had a cold a week or so ago, but didn’t seem to be snorting around anymore. I could be allergies. Mine have been crazy, Marjorie–who doesn’t have allergies–has been sneezing and wandering around with red, itchy eyes, and the cedar and juniper pollen levels are in fine form. Could be that.
Or it could be I need to investigate a little after school.
The irony of all this is that for the past three days I have been trying to be more intentional and present and engaged with life and my surroundings. I have a tendency to drift off and think about everything but what’s in front of me, I’ve noticed, and it is not good for remembering things or getting things done or for much of anything but solving whatever problem I am thinking about.
So it is time to wake up again and look around. As Ferris once said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you might miss it.”