The title of this article may have misled you. I’m not talking about the well known book Getting to Yes: Negotiating Agreement Without Giving In
[callout]The time will come when they are gone, and then you’ll wish you had said ‘yes’ more often.[/callout]Flash forward to today. Dinner is finished. It’s a beautiful spring evening in Texas with a blue sky that goes on forever. The breeze is cool and the air is fresh. God’s creation is almost begging me to come outside. What am I thinking? “How much of the SQPN server move can I get done before it’s bedtime?” I’m sitting at the computer in the study. I’m there a lot. It’s strange, because I sit at a computer most of the day.You would think I would get sick of it.
Hannah approaches me and, expecting me to say ‘no’, sheepishly asks “Dad, will you take me riding? We haven’t ridden in three weeks. I understand if you want to do something else.” My heart breaks. I see, in a flash, the past – a dozen times in the last week I’ve said ‘no’ to her and her siblings. Then the future – Hannah at 18 going off to college, getting married and moving to Peoria. She doesn’t have time for me anymore and I, like the fool I am, wasted the time I had with her. My eyes mist. I grab her and hold her and squeeze her so tight, she squeals, “Ugh! Dad! You’re choking me!” “Yes, I’ll go riding with you.”
After our ride, Hannah and I are up in our brand new tree house. It’s twilight and it doesn’t have a roof yet, so we lay on our backs and stare up through the branches at the sky as the first stars of the night twinkle to. “I love you, Dad. I can’t wait to build our barn. I want to pick the color of the tack room…” It’s almost as if God is rewarding me for ‘good behavior,’ but I really don’t deserve it. ‘ Mostly, I remember tempus fugit.
Allyson was right. But don’t tell her I said so, OK?