Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Moment

 What did you do with your 24 hours today? Did yesterday spill over into today? Was today like going through the wring cycle in a washing machine or was it peaceful and refreshing like sitting down to share your heart with someone who knows you and loves you well? Was it a little bit of both?

In the passing moments of this life, I am learning a bit more of what it means to live in each moment. I’m finding a bit more joy in events as they come and go. I’m stressing a little less about how things will play out. When I’m in the middle of one of my 9th grade classes making connections between the power structure set up in Lord of the Flies and how it is no less real in our lives; when I’m making dinner with a good friend and talking through pasts and ups and downs of being teachers; when I’m taking a ride to church on the back of Mark’s moto—wind and fresh air blowing over me; when I’m talking to my sister across the ocean because Skype tells me I can…these are places where I am savoring time as it passes. As I confess sins and receive Grace, I am given new revelation on true repentance. As I sit in my room and enjoy the space I have here, I am rejuvenated. As I realize that our electricity situation here at the house has drastically shifted for the positive, unexpectedly, I am reminded how good I have it right now. Thank You.

I’m not always in the moment though. Sometimes I’m minutes behind—agonizing over something that was said (to me or by me) and trying to get a grasp on how to treat the exchange. Sometimes I’m hours ahead—imagining my next meal. Sometimes I’m days ahead, months ahead, and sometimes I am even years ahead.

Someone told me today that God is exactly where we are right now—but He’s not in the hypothetical situations we are playing out in our heads. He is here. He is now. When those future hours, days, months, years arrive, yes, He will be in those, too. But not until they come.


I have a good Dad, and I want to trust Him more. I want to find Him more readily as the seconds pass by before me. I want to be living where my breath is—where His breath is, His Spirit.

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