Busyness lulls us to sleep.
Occupation numbs our hears.
How easy it is for a year, five or ten to pass by, swift and unnoticed.
All while we are caught up with living.
These common days, uneventful or not, these common years, mundane or not,
Eat up the time of our lives and capture the attention of our hearts.
So much good happens in these years, and hard and hopeful and true.
Yet at the end of our lives, to bravely face the closing without regrets,
The chief question is this: Did we have awakened hearts?
In all the days of busyness, in all the things pursued, were our hearts His?