There are moments you want to cling to
savoring, holding on, then they're gone
There are moments you wish would pass by quickly
awkward, difficult, you rush them by


Driving through the mountains of West Virginia and Maryland 
I felt a comfort in the beauty of the clouds
clinging to the mountains 
shrouding them in mist


I felt a certain peace and restfulness
to the pattering sound of the raindrops


I realized at that moment I had a choice
This long drive alone could either be a moment
I wished would pass by or a moment I could treasure


Obviously I picked treasure


In our daily rush we let so many moments fly by
Like sand slipping through our hands
And like sand it seems in our rush only the stickier
moments cling to us


Why do we not take the time to brush away those sticky moments
Not dismiss them, but deal with them
With the same kind of love and passion that we would
devote to a moment we treasure


In my rush that long drive could easily have been disturbing, 
especially once I came into the city and hit traffic,
in the rain, during rush hour!


Yet somehow even in that, 
I found something to cling to
Instead of cursing that car that cut me off
Instead of being upset over the rain and traffic
Instead of being worried about what I would do tonight, 
or how yesterday went
I clung to the refreshing scent of the rain
To the notion of going home from work that I sensed in the traffic 
To the realization that thank God
at least one of us was paying attention 
and the possibility that the next time it might not be me,
in the driver cutting me off


I've been on the mountain top when I could see clearly
I've been on the mountain where I've felt on top of the world
I've been on the mountain when the clouds hugged it
and kissed it with cool breezes
I've been on the mountain when the dew and the rain come


Next time I'm in the valley I wonder what will happen
Will I cling to the moment or wish on by
Will I treasure the sticky moment as well
Will I take what I learned on the mountain with me into the valley?
Perhaps I have,
for certainly the long rainy drive through the mountains
and the city traffic could easily been valleys


Some think Jesus left heaven to come to earth
I'm certain he brought it with Him
He carried it with his ministry
He carried it to the Sermon on the Mount
He carried it to everyone He met
He carried it to the garden of Gethsemene
He carried it to the cross
He carried it to the grave
He carried it to Hell
He carried it to the throne of God
He carried it back to us in His Spirit at Pentecost
He carried it to me today


Heaven is a moment you carry forever
A moment to cling to, hold on to, and not let by
Do not store up for yourselves treasure that moths
will eat or that will rust
But store up for yourself "treasure in heaven"
For where your treasure is, there also your heart will be


Everywhere I look I see pieces of heaven

N Rocky Chambers