I realized this a couple of days ago when my kids were sitting at the kitchen table watching old videos we had taken with a digital camera. It was later in the evening and I was still busy at my computer after 12 hours of the "whirlwind". Their laughter attracted my attention and I went over to watch. And we watched and watched and watched and laughed and remembered.
I almost cried when I thought of how fast time has slipped away. Our kids are getting older, becoming independent, but they still need my time and attention. The needs here in Zambia are always at our door. There is always more to do for others, ways to impact the community, all good things.
But, at what cost? In the busyness of operating a business and ministry, I have neglected the ones closest to me. I ignored the offhand comments they make about me being around but never ENGAGED with them. Or the statements how I am always on the phone or talking to someone.
So, yesterday evening, I shut down the computer, put the business aside, and we all went out and threw a baseball on the site of an old termite mound in Northern Zambia. It seemed strange to wear baseball gloves and throw the ball in such a place, but we had fun. And I was not distracted.
I am still learning boundaries for my time. My best teachers are my children. I am committed to listening to their silent cries for attention and time. I hope you can be committed the same way.