For the past few weeks, the pastor at church keeps preaching about "What a Difference a Day Makes". She talked about the significance of this statement on the anniversary of 9/11. And spoke of it again during yesterday morning's service. It is lingering with me.
Like when Olivia and the rest of the 3rd grade members of our church were presented with their very first bibles Sunday. The kids got a bible activity booklet to help them "walk" through their bibles, and Olivia has spent hours the past 2 nights doing the activities in it. What a difference receiving that gift on Sunday made in her spiritual life.
As the kids unwrapped their bibles, they were told about the "symbolism" of each layer of paper....the last being gold (so that they always treat their bible with richness and divinity).
I don't want to let a day go by without giving each of my girls big squeezes and countless kisses! I have to remind myself to slow down and cherish every day I get with them, and remember what a difference a day with them makes in my life, and the daily opportunity I have to make a difference in theirs.
We put off going to the orchard last weekend, and we just couldn't disappoint the girls again. We had to take them (rainy skies and all) yesterday. And what a difference the day made...
climbing trees
munching on apples
giving a big pumpkin a big hug
enjoying being sisters
noticing nature's beauty
overloading our senses
getting a bit dirty
just hanging out
with those we love.
The girls actually thought it would be good idea to thank Jesus for holding onto the rain long enough for us to pick apples. Hmmm, what a difference a day does really make. Message received, pastor!
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