Moving Pieces
I've been thinking about enjoying the right now.
Especially in this time of transition in my life. It's so easy to appreciate something fully the moment it leaves your fingers, but miss out on it while you have it. Sunday night makes you appreciate the weekend more. September makes you yearn for summer days.
As pieces move to new places, and both exciting and difficult events hang on the horizon, I'm reminded to really appreciate where I am instead of always looking ahead.
The future is always moving in. It's always in the act of coming, approaching, looming. But the present is here only once. If I'm always anticipating what's next, always planning and projecting, I won't realize what I have until it gets replaced by what's coming next.
There is sweetness and anticipation and treasure in every time - no matter what's missing, no matter what you're longing for or still dreaming of holding in your grasp.
I don't want to miss this time by waiting for the next season.
It's easy to want a trying time to be over - to want the slippery ground to turn solid again, to want to rush forward. But I'm reminded lately of how much God really actually sees us, and how much he truly cares. With that truth comes the courage to settle deeply in, embrace the present, and enjoy.
Especially in this time of transition in my life. It's so easy to appreciate something fully the moment it leaves your fingers, but miss out on it while you have it. Sunday night makes you appreciate the weekend more. September makes you yearn for summer days.
As pieces move to new places, and both exciting and difficult events hang on the horizon, I'm reminded to really appreciate where I am instead of always looking ahead.
The future is always moving in. It's always in the act of coming, approaching, looming. But the present is here only once. If I'm always anticipating what's next, always planning and projecting, I won't realize what I have until it gets replaced by what's coming next.
There is sweetness and anticipation and treasure in every time - no matter what's missing, no matter what you're longing for or still dreaming of holding in your grasp.
I don't want to miss this time by waiting for the next season.
It's easy to want a trying time to be over - to want the slippery ground to turn solid again, to want to rush forward. But I'm reminded lately of how much God really actually sees us, and how much he truly cares. With that truth comes the courage to settle deeply in, embrace the present, and enjoy.
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