The Breaths We Take.

I was driving down the road the other day and heard a song by George Strait. He sang about what we might find important in this life. He sang about the race that is life. I could not help but remember racing with Misti and Chad. We raced a lot. On our bikes, by foot, skates, to home base during tag. It was very importat to be first. To finish the race ahead of the others. The song on the radio had a slighty different take on it. I found the song to be very moving. Here is the chorus:

Life's not the breaths you take

The breathing in and out

That gets you through the day

Aint what its all about

Ya just might miss the point

Tryin' to win the race

Lifes not the breaths you take

But the moments that take your breath away

Our grandmother, our father's mother, just passed away We didnt really know her. I thought of this song as I sat at her funeral. How did the race take me so far away that I didnt even know my own grandma? How did I miss the point? I still dont really know my father. Will the same thing happen? Have I spent so much time focusing on my own hurt feelings, my own selfish desires that I have let moments that could take my breath away, get away? I dont know the answers to these questions and I may never figure it out. But I hope and pray that I am able to see more moments than I miss and that I give the racing a little break.