MajestyJo
01-12-2014, 02:09 AM
Sunday, January 12, 2014
You are reading from the book Today's Gift
I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a shiny sliver out of one hour. I dropped it carelessly. O God! I knew not I held an opportunity.
—Hazel Lee
Once, a famous artist was hired to put stained glass windows into a great cathedral. His eager young apprentice pleaded for the chance to design just one small window. The master artist feared an experiment on even a small window would prove costly, but the persistent young apprentice kept up his pleas. Finally, the master agreed that he could try his hand on one small window if he furnished his own materials and worked on his own time.
The enterprising apprentice began gathering bits of glass his master had discarded, and set to work. When the cathedral doors were open, people stood in groups before the small window, praising its delicate excellence.
Our lives are like this. If we take the time to gather together the moments and opportunities we too often discard and waste, we find we can weave them into something beautiful.
What can I make of moments I usually waste today?
Most of my moments are wasted by thinking about them. Intellectualizing doesn't work. Trying to figure it out and trying to plan things out, especially trying to figure the outcome, is a sure fired waste of time and energy.
My wasted moments come when I get that Good Orderly Direction, and don't act on them and let them slip from my mind to be replaced with something else.
You are reading from the book Today's Gift
I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a shiny sliver out of one hour. I dropped it carelessly. O God! I knew not I held an opportunity.
—Hazel Lee
Once, a famous artist was hired to put stained glass windows into a great cathedral. His eager young apprentice pleaded for the chance to design just one small window. The master artist feared an experiment on even a small window would prove costly, but the persistent young apprentice kept up his pleas. Finally, the master agreed that he could try his hand on one small window if he furnished his own materials and worked on his own time.
The enterprising apprentice began gathering bits of glass his master had discarded, and set to work. When the cathedral doors were open, people stood in groups before the small window, praising its delicate excellence.
Our lives are like this. If we take the time to gather together the moments and opportunities we too often discard and waste, we find we can weave them into something beautiful.
What can I make of moments I usually waste today?
Most of my moments are wasted by thinking about them. Intellectualizing doesn't work. Trying to figure it out and trying to plan things out, especially trying to figure the outcome, is a sure fired waste of time and energy.
My wasted moments come when I get that Good Orderly Direction, and don't act on them and let them slip from my mind to be replaced with something else.