Once a year, I take each of my girls on an overnight, just the two of us. Mine and Samantha’s was this past week and as we set out on our adventure to dinner and an NC State Women’s Soccer game, there was all sorts of excitement and giggles…from both of us.
And as the night wound down to bedtimes and snuggling into our own beds – this is one of the grand highlights in Samantha’s eyes, the giant queen sized bed in a hotel all to herself – I also snuggled up with my phone to post a picture of our evening on Instagram.
And what was intended to be a quick post, capturing our fun getaway and the joy of being together, turned into a couple of hours of me staring at my phone, catching up on missed posts and what all the world was doing outside of my hotel room. All the while, my sweet Samantha Joy laid in the bed next to mine, having a hard time falling asleep in a strange place, staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, she fell asleep and after having caught up on social media, I flipped to email and just as I was about to turn it all off and close my eyes, I came upon this post on Ann Voskamp’s blog written by Jefferson Bethke… What if we can’t heal how we really want to – because We Don’t Want to Really Put Down Our Phones and the post ended with a link to this video on YouTube
I realized that once a year I set aside this precious few hours with my youngest daughter. And in the quiet of the evening when conversations otherwise tough to have with siblings around could have been had i.was.on.my.phone. …and I missed it. Because I was selfish and instead of leaning into my daughter, I leaned into my laziness of mindlessly scrolling through pages of well…I can’t even remember.
But God…I know He can redeem moments and I’ve asked Him to redeem what I may have missed that night. All the while, a conviction tagged onto my heart to not miss anymore. To be present. To be available. To be here. Now. Praying this sweet conviction keeps me focused on the things that matter. The things that a lifetime from now will have made a difference.