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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