DON’T MISS OUT ON THE ROOFTOPS
I stand at my bedroom window in the quiet. This room that my three daughters once shared.
It didn’t used to be this way.
I look out into the darkness.
The moon’s brilliance reflects softly off the snowy rooftops.
My bedroom used to be downstairs.
I never had this view.
I didn’t realize what I was missing.
My life was downstairs.
Down in the trenches of the crazy life of a pastor’s wife with four children.
Busy and happy.
Crying and laughter.
Moments turned into memories.
I see the snow covered rooftops of our church....our hall....our beautiful town.
I look toward my children’s rooftops. Sleeping soundly with their spouses.
They will be busy.
They will be happy. They will have crying and they will have laughter.
And I weep for the blessings my Heavenly Father has bestowed upon me.
The happiness He has allowed me to hold under this rooftop.
Some years I was so focused on the mess that I missed the moments.
So focused on the busyness that I missed the blessings.
But now I see them all.
I look at the rooftops.
The beautiful clean snow falling softly in the darkness.
I see God.
Don’t miss the rooftops.
in the craziness,
in the busyness.
They’re there in the crying and laughing. They’re all the sweet blessings God gives us each day~
that we often somehow miss.
They’re all the beautiful moments that make up our memories.
There~ under the rooftops.
Soon the snow will melt.
Winter will pass and before you can blink~the tiny laughter of little children, the busyness, the craziness~
It will all pass, and another rooftop will hold that magic inside.
Cherish those moments while you can.
You might not even realize what you are missing. Don’t get so caught up in the trenches that you miss the miracles you hold at your fingertips.
But don’t get so caught up in the memories that you miss the moments you have right now.
I hear my husbands soft breathing as he sleeps, and I smile. Old memories are deeply cherished but new ones are ahead.
Don’t miss out on the rooftops.