When I turned 13, I couldn’t wait to be 16. When 16 came, I was anxious to be 18. From the day I turned 18, I was waiting on 21. When I turned 21, I couldn’t wait to be 25, so more people would take me seriously [I don’t know why I thought that was the magic age]. When I turned 28, I wished I was still 25.
I have noticed that I tend to do that with a lot of things in life. I wish the time away, or I wish that I could send time in reverse. Lately, I have started to wonder if I am ever really present in the “now.”
“In a couple years then…” is often on my brain.
What about right now? What about enjoying and celebrating and being right now?
What am I missing by being in yesterday or tomorrow? What is God up to today, trying to teach me right here and now?
I know it is a gift to dream and hope and anticipate. I want to always do those things. But, I want to do them with an appreciation for where I am now and what God is doing…now.
I guess I am being challenged to just be…now, not tomorrow.
I will still dream and hope and anticipate. But I will do so still present in the now.
Where are you? Yesterday? Tomorrow? Now?