“Every minute someone leaves this world behind.

We are all “in line” without knowing it.

We never know how many people are before us.

We cannot move to the back of the line.

We cannot step out of the line.

We cannot avoid the line.

So while we wait in line:

Make moments count.

Make priorities.

Make the time.

Make your gifts known.

Make a nobody feel like somebody.

Make your voice heard.

Make the small things big.

Make someone smile.

Make the change.

Make love.

Make up.

Make peace.

Make sure to tell your people they are loved.

Make sure to have no regrets.

Make sure you are ready.”

– unknown

There are some days that serve as a reminder of of what’s really Important. Capital I. Those ultra-rare and blessedful days (yes, it’s a word to me, spellcheck) in which you are able to filter through the messiness and stressors of daily living and realize what you value most in the big picture and what is actual nonsense.

But then comes the discouraging part: looking at a side-by-side comparison of where you invest your energy. If you are anything like me, it’s nonsense by a landslide. An irritating conversation at work. An unpleasant neighbor (specifically, their teenage daughter). A crabby cashier. It’s amazing how these little things can shift the momentum of an entire day in the wrong direction and suck the joy right out.

If we stopped, took a deep breath, and stepped back for a moment to consider “our place in line,” would we give ourselves over to these things so quickly? I’d like to think the answer is no.

Of course that’s easier said than done, I realize. Oh, the good Lord knows how well I realize. But the line is moving. And I don’t want to waste the privilege of waiting. Hopefully it continues to be a long, healthy and happy wait. Nevertheless, I want to invest my time and energy in the things that matter most. Savoring the company of the people I love — and the people who love me. Admiring the people who are working through life’s most difficult challenges with dignity, determination and grace. Appreciating the beauty of the changing seasons. Watching with pride as my children navigate life as caring, loving adults – and listening to their adventures. Scratching my dog’s ears. Taking in the smells of baked goods from my kitchen. Silently and prayerfully enjoying God’s presence.

The “wait in line” is what we make it. Let’s make sure the moments count.