Friends and I were recently together and one common phrase ran between us, “I wish I could but there is not enough time.” You see we are busy moms, wives, friends, writers, doctors, entrepreneurs, teachers, etc. but as I was listening to us talk I had a feeling inside that said “this is not right, life is so precious shouldn’t we find the time” so in the midst of our conversation I stopped and said these words; “What if it’s us? What if we are the ones just making the excuses, what if instead of “doing” all the time we made a conscious effort to live our priorities not someone else’s?”
My friends were intrigued and we made a pact to try intentional living of our priorities for a month. It was not easy! Some of us had to give up volunteer obligations, some even had to give up friends, some changed jobs, took less pay, had to change their mindset and their husbands’ AND some had to hear their mama complain…..but through it all we knew that we had a few Saturdays left and this is how we NEEDED to live our lives, this is what God intended…..how many Saturdays do you have left?
I do not know who originally wrote this story but I do know you can find it in “Charging The Human Battery” by Mac Anderson and also on a lot of other blogs and email chains (so I give credit to the unknown original author and Mr Anderson)….enjoy and may you forever remember your Saturdays…….
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whom-ever he was talking with something about ‘a thousand marbles..’ I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say….
‘ Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad you missed your daughter’s ‘dance recital’ he continued. ‘Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.’ And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a ‘thousand marbles.’ Continue reading