My inspiration this week came from my daughter, Elisabeth, and her 11-month old daughter, Kinsley. She posted a picture of one of her feeding frenzies, her face covered in butternut squash with a wide toothless grin (you can barely make out the ones pushing through).

Reflecting on life with Kinsley, she writes,

“As my baby girl approaches her first birthday, I’ve been thinking a lot about how quickly time goes by. This past year has been full of so many sleepless nights, tears, letting go of expectations, giving up my time and selfishness, and adapting to a whole new way of life. But with that has come so much joy, laughter, grace and more love than I knew was possible.

“So, during the hard days, I try to remind myself that the days are long, but the years are short. Savoring the open-mouthed, slobbery kisses, gummy smiles, tears that need to be wiped, and hands that need to be held…for a little while longer.“

Break this grandfather’s heart!

“The days are long but the years of short.” The phrase, new to me, has circulated among young mothers for years and is attributed by some to Gretchen Rubin. But the truth they touch is eternal and reminds us to master the art of the day.

The Bible describes our life as grass that withers and a mist that is here and gone. Jesus urges us, “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” I would add, each day holds miracles and joys that are there for us to see and seize.

As you begin this week, don’t get ahead of yourself.  Cherish the moments of today, before the mist clears.