a Micah story

Here in (America? the West? the world?) we make everything into a commodity. Time, space, air, light - all quantified for consumption and often sold to the highest bidder.
Two nights ago it rained in Phoenix. It's rare to get a rainfall here outside of the monsoon season. Micah opened the door right as we were about to leave.

I told him, "We need to go."

He told me, "No, we need to listen to the rain."

I'm not one of those let-your-child-dictate-your-life parents, but I listened to him and I listened to the rain. We didn't need to be anywhere except there in that moment. 

My first thought was, "we need to save time" and then it struck me that time will go on whether I "save" it or "spend" it.

3 thoughts on “a Micah story”

  1. Taking the time to share the rain with your son is such a special moment. Those are the times you will remember when you are my age.:)

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