Sunday, January 30, 2011


Time.  It’s an interesting thing: always flowing, but never going anywhere.  And whereas we’re always using it, we’re not always taking advantage of it.
We’re stuck in a world of Todays.  Today is the only thing we have.  There is no promise of Tomorrow, and when we are blessed with it, like those Tomorrows of the past it once again becomes Today. 
The curious thing about humans, though, is that we pretend that we exist for Tomorrows.  We’re always looking to the future for our accomplishment, our fulfillment, our drive.
There’s nothing wrong with looking towards the future.  The problems begin when the future is all we think about:  our Tomorrow, our hopes, our expectations.
We humans watch the horizon eagerly, as if there is something we can do about what we see there.  We plan for the things that are obvious like trips or new additions for the family, but the little things slip us up, the things we can’t foresee.
Life isn’t about Tomorrows.  It isn’t about what’s in store, or what may happen, or what we plan.
Life is about the little moments.  It’s about those things that slip us up when we have somewhere to be, when we have an appointment or date we can’t miss.  It’s the interruptions, the slip-ups, the delays. 
Life is when you look out your window when you’re stuck on a dingy grey interstate and you see a glorious rainbow.  Life is the man waving the sign on the corner of a busy intersection, who smiles at you even when you pass him and his sign by.  Life is the little girl in the supermarket who tells you that she thinks you look nice that day.
Time isn’t life.  Life can’t be subjected to it.  Life should never be controlled by time, any more than the sun should never be controlled by the moon.
Life— those simple moments that slip by us in our search for Tomorrow – should never be overlooked.
It’s easy to overlook the little things.  Making the effort to live in the now and pay attention to that and those around you is difficult.  Slowing down, opening your eyes, smelling flowers is hard, especially in the hyperactive, cybernated world we live in.
I’m not saying that you have to.  But if you’re content, watching the ever-looming, ever-arriving Tomorrows—if you’re content, missing the people in your lives as you overlook them for selfish pleasure—if you’re content, ignoring the flowers on your table someone put there this morning—you’re lying to yourself.
Why settle for the mediocre? 
You’re missing out on so many more wonderful pleasures that God has let into your normal, ‘boring’, wonderful, extraordinary everyday life.

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