I think about the future, toe the border of fret. I ponder, and figure, and think how I should plan.
I consider and study and analyze the past, to base my judgments of the present and the days and years to come on where I’ve been and what I’ve seen and how it’s all shaped my life. Lately I review it much, because I have a new lens of awareness, understanding, through which to see more in it than I have ever done before.
As savvy and good as all this is, has it left me bereft of the best time of my mortal life—now?
I am thinking of that conversation between Piglet and Pooh:
“What day is it?” Pooh asks Piglet.
“It’s today,” answers piglet.
“My favorite day,” declares Pooh.
What truly great wisdom!
So I have thought. And yet with all life’s interruptions and conundrums, I am prone to forget. The past is past, the future I envision may never come at all. I could not fashion it with all the wisdom of the One Who is its Craftsman, even were I given the power, for, say, a year! Meanwhile here I am in Now, with all its beauty, surprises, and potential joys, just for the seizing and savoring…. if…
…If I will but remember in my reviewing and my guessing and planning: Now is the only time I have, really have. It’s where I live. And it’s a treasure trove worth exploring with all the focus of my soul. So may I do.
Thank you, God, for… now!
[Response to today’s Five-Minute Friday Free-Write prompt: “Now.”]