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Those “take your breath away” moments

As I reflect on those words, I smile and remember my mother. I grew up with mother saying these words about things that excited her and remember fondly the eye rolls and smiles we all began to share, when over the years, these words were spoken. This is a memory of my own but believe those who know best can affirm. Whether she was taken by a view that reflects great beauty, a scare, a happy event, news, just about any excitement you can name, mother would say, “It takes my breath away”.

As life goes, we all have those moments that “take our breath away”. Whether that be something that brings joy or those moments that stop us in our tracks. Those are our moments. It is how we react to those moments, that become who we are.

As we mold the event to fit the life we live, we create it to become what we need it to be or how it can bring us the greatest amount of peace. These events come in moments over a lifetime and grow from happenings as simple grade school play, a high school romance, marriage, birth, trials, tribulations, all moments that affect our lives. 

I have recently known a true “take your breath away” moment. Many of you have walked my journey in love and prayer and I appreciate each of you. But it is what this moment has brought to my world that I reflect upon the most. I have changed my lifestyle in so many ways and yet. We laugh every time I load the dishwasher because until I got sick, I was doing them by hand, to include the dry time. I am trying harder to accept the gifts given by my husband without remaking the bed or changing round the roll of toilet paper. There are little things and even bigger that work their way into our days. Whether they come in the guise of joy or pain, they can be “take your breath away” moments. It is what you do with and how you respond to those moments that define the affect upon ones life. 

As you walk through life today, trust you are remembered in love. I hope that you find strength deep within yourself to feel all that comes from those “take your breath way” moments and may each be better than the moment before. 

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