Precious Moments

It was a beautiful spring day…in fact it was Good Friday, just before Easter.  I decided to take a long bike ride.  As I was huffing and puffing my way up a brick-lined hilly road, I passed a dad and his young daughter also on a bike ride.  Since my progress slowed down due to the hill’s incline, I was able to catch a bit of their conversation:

“Dad, what’s good about Good Friday?” the little girl asked.

The dad wisely replied something like, “It’s when Jesus died so we could have life!”

It was the obvious response, one which wouldn’t surprise anyone living in the western culture who knew anything about Christianity.  But here’s what impressed me.  They could have been talking about the weather, the pollen flying around, the arduous uphill climb, any number of things.  But the girl wanted to talk about Jesus.  And just as importantly, the dad knew how to respond.

Deuteronomy 6:6-7 says, “And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart.  You shall teach them diligently to your children, and talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.”  Even when you ride your bike.

I love that the dad was spending time with his little girl and their conversation had significance.  How often have I missed the opportunity to slip in a little God talk?  My daughters are grown now, but I’d give almost anything to have a few more minutes with each of them on a bike ride as little 9-year old girls where we talk about life…and God…and silly stuff…and important stuff.  I yearn for opportunities to talk when we sit at home, when we walk by the way, when we lie down to sleep at night, and first thing in the morning when we rise.

Oh, but wait!  I have grandchildren now.  And Charlie, Mary Grace and Luke are my “children” for a season.  In fact, Mary Grace, Poppy and I had a sleep-over just 2 nights ago.  What did we talk about?  What memories did we make?

Lord, that I would waste not a moment of precious time spent with those you’ve given me to love.  What an honor to be Your child!  Help me to hide your word in my heart so I can share when you give me those special times along life’s way. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.”


By Barbara Beck