“One, two, three, “ Louie counts out loud while I frantically search for a place to hide. He’s a good finder, so I have to make my spot super clever. I decide to duck beside a car close to the sweetest smelling flowers. He’s done counting! I have to make sure I’ve got my eyes on him so I know just the perfect time to make a run for the base. It’s time!! I stand up to feel the lightening bolt of a sting shoot through the inner part of my thigh. Ouch! I stop in the front yard to look where the pain is coming from. Stop!! It happened again. I’ve got a bee in my shorts!!! I scream. I can feel it moving around up there. I immediately start taking my shorts off in the front yard. Yep, that’s me. The one screaming her head, looking like I’m speed walking but not going anywhere, and now I’ve got my shorts halfway down my legs. Not my best moment.
“What’s wrong?” Louie yells as he is running over to me. His face is full of all kinds of emotion ranging from fear, laughter, and sheer embarrassment as his mom is taking off her pants in the front yard and showing her elastic shot underwear that she’s probably kept since the 9th grade. “A bee is in my shorts!” I yell. He starts trying to help me. But, just as he got close to me the bee flew out of my shorts and up into his shirt. I can’t even make this stuff up.
Louie is now the newest victim of this terrorist bumblebee. So, now I’ve got one hand trying to pull up my shorts and the other hand trying to get off his shirt. This is just utterly ridiculous. I don’t know if there were any witnesses, but if there were, they’ve got a very good story to tell.
I finally got Louie’s shirt off, and we see that bee on the front porch. It’s little stinger part still trying to poke someone. Geez. That thing was just full of meanness! And, just a little side note, I thought bumblebees could only sting once. Well, that’s true for the males. The girls can sting multiple times. Who knew?
As we were treating our multiple bee stings, Louie looks at me and asks, “Am I going to die from bee poison? I only got 6 years! I’m not ready. I’ve got a lot to do still.” After I reassured him that he wasn’t going to be going to the morgue that day, I started thinking about what he said.
I know that life can bring so many challenges to all of us. We drown in the waters of work. We can overextend ourselves with our commitments…even if those commitments are good. Sometimes these things are our decisions and sometimes these challenges fall into our laps and we have to deal with them the best way we know how. Either way, our days here are numbered. I’ve never known anyone to live forever….although some people still claim to see Elvis, but I highly doubt it.
It just makes me think about what I’m spending the portion of my time on. Yes, I have responsibilities that have to be met. I have mouths that need to be fed, and bills that have to be paid. But, what about the space between? That’s the part I’m talking about. The precious time where we get to choose what we do…not the have to but the want to. Am I filling it with praising my Creator, passion for my husband, laughter with my children and priceless time with friends? I want to be able to inhale these moments so when my time does come, I will be ready to take that step into the forever. I’ll be able to leave knowing that I gave it all I could, in the best way I knew how.
So, if death came to pay you a visit today, would you feel that you did all that you wanted to do with your chance? Would you feel satisfied…full to your hearts content? What will you be thinking about when you close your eyes for one last time?
Time..it’s the one thing that we can’t produce. We can’t buy it at Amazon and have it delivered to our front door prettily packaged. We can’t upload, download or trade it. All we can do is work with what we’ve been given. And, I want to be able to say I had no regrets.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14