I’ve heard it said that people make time for the things they love. Or maybe it’s that we should make time…

For what’s important. Things like family and friends and chasing after dreams or sitting down to finish that book that was started weeks ago.

Other important things always seem to make their way up front first, demanding the time, things like laundry and dishes and bills and answering e-mails. For some it’s hard to set these things down for a minute and go watch a sunset or run outside after a rain and look for the rainbow. But I love moments like these. These refresh me and give me the energy and creativity for the all the other important things.

Sometimes I have to gather up my family and pull them along with me on late sunny afternoons to enjoy this place we live in.

We pause long enough to get sandy and be tumbled along in salty waves. We look for shells and seaglass and read books. And we let the stress of the long weeks at school and work get carried away by the tide.

And we’re happy for making the time together.

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8