I’m perpetually torn, it seems, between the now and the beyond. I know that this is the day the Lord has made —this very day, right here — but before my bare toes brush the bedroom carpet, my mind shouts: Full steam ahead!
Before I take two steps, I am calculating long-term goals, trying to figure out how to shoehorn minutes in between seconds.
But there remains the miracle of now, and I routinely miss it. If I’m perpetually looking forward, I’ve fully missed the day I’m in. If God went to the trouble of making this day, wouldn’t I be wise to recognize its beauty?
The mind shouts: Charge!
But the soul whispers: Looky-here, girl.
If I am really going to widen my view, to see the big picture, maybe I need to shift my focus to the spot I’m standing.
Physical presence, it seems, does not mean that I actually have the vision to see what’s in front of me. I might be here, but I’m not all here. I can be sure-footed in this moment, with two bare feet tethered to the planet, but if my mind has raced into Beyond, I’m already living in tomorrow.
Just now, I think of how my girls have to repeat their questions, because I’ve completely missed what they’re asking.
Surely, I’ve been given this particular day for a reason. And it may not be for the completion of a huge task. Perhaps it is only that I would notice the girls’ matching smiles, the sweetness of their questions, the steady burn of sunlight, or the last dandelion standing in the yard.
Writing in community with The Gypsy Mama today. Each Friday, she picks one word, and asks us to write for five minutes on that one word. Just “stop, drop and write,” she says. 🙂
Today’s word: Beyond.
Related: My mother, Mama D., lives in the miracle of now. That’s why she’s always been the last one out of the church, the first one to make a new friend. I’m telling one of her stories today over at Faith Radio Net. (I want to be like my mom when I grow up.) Click here to read that story. Have a fantastic, in-the-now weekend! 🙂