I never knew water had a flavor
It's a warm day and you are working hard to get some yard work done. The temperature raises above 100 and the sun is over head and you mouth seems to have turned to death valley. You run into the house and fill a glass with water and drink it in less then a second to get back to work.
Through my whole life as a Witness I was always so concerned about this and that, I never set back to enjoy the finer details of this life. I would sit in front of that Bible reading scripture after scripture, book after book, and writing all those talks. I would spend hour after hour in the field service preaching, passing each day with time spent dedicated to the religion.
I realize now how much passed by and how much went along unnoticed that I have to sometimes stop and remember those details to grasp their meaning. I would remember statements made years earlier and think about it deeper and realize more of what that person meant, and wonder if I could have been a better friend to listen more back then.
The pages of this life flip faster each day, without us taking time to highlight the best parts as we are always more interested in the conclusion then the story along the way. So we sometimes need to put a book mark in place and dwell on the moment, and listen to the world around and take a moment of the day to be part of us.
So with all that life has taught me, and all the time that has gone by I have learned to slow down a bit and value the moment in all it's details. I know longer have to spend endless hours on other peoples life problems, or sit in a room concerned that what I have done might not be acceptable to God. Now I run in from the heat, grab a glass and fill it with water. Then as I drink it slowly and enjoy it thoroughly, I realize that water, much like life, has a taste if we take the time to feel it.