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Most of us would like to go back into time.  To step back in the current of the past and be carried back.  For different reasons of course.
Sometimes it's to just squeeze the hand of a loved one long since gone.
Sometimes it's to revisit a time of joy, a life highlight, a monumentous occasion.
Sometimes it's to feel young and innocent again. 
Sometimes and many times it's because we want to feel at home again.  We have lost ourselves along the way and going back in time seems the way to find Home, our soul's home.  
And there is always this part that wants to go back to the every day of yesterday.  Things we knew were special, but never really knew as the days all puddled together and blurred by.  We know it now and we would like to renter an ordinary day of a different time in our lives. Just to experience that now special time again. To gather those moments and cherish them because we didn't at the time.

What about the desire to re enter time to redo the time?
Yeah, that's me right now.  We all have those pages on our past calendars that we would like to erase and make better.  Change. We think of the blunders, the heart breaks, and the wrong decisions and we wish we could just blank slate it all.  Re write the story.  We wish those months, days, or years were not a part of our time line.  Ever.  
They are haunting times.  The times that when they ended seemed like they were never us.  Only they were very truly us.  They were us at our worst.  The us we never wanted or wished to be.  The us we had never been before and never will be again.  
We have all lived time frames that we blink hard and think, "Is this my life?  Really?  Could this possibly be a dream?"  
Living for the moment is much different than living in this moment.  
Living for only these fast moving cluster of moments leads to a destruction of the moments after.  It is in direct contrast to the eternity set in our hearts.  We wound ourselves in so many ways when we don't protect the moments ahead by only living for what I want or think I desperately need now.  
You know we don't live just for today.  It's a mantra of our culture and honestly the part of us that wrestles against ordinary, boring hard life.  We want to just live for now because now is all we have right? 
It's not so... And I have long known it, long lived knowing we are living for so much more than now, but I forgot it.  I lost that perspective.  
It's funny because these are my favorite scriptures.  Have been for years. 
"Therefore we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."  II Corinthians 4:16-18
Here's the deal...
Living for a moment is a high, especially when the moment feels good, but crashes down around me and leaves me in a wake of terrible moments to follow..
But living this life in the moments given being fully aware of them and fully engaged in what is going on in my life, being thankful for what is and content with what is, that is real living.  
In this moment that I may not like and would like to wrestle against,  I'm being renewed day by day...these things I'd like to escape are actually achieving for me an eternal glory that far outweighs any season of moments I'd like to run from.  
I've known this and lived this and hoped this, but I forgot this.  
It's not the anthem of our culture who only has now, but it is the lifeline of anyone who follows Jesus.  We are living in these present moments to find Him in all of them.  It's the only way to not regret your time, to redeem lost time, to not lose the time.  It's the only way to be full now.  To live a full life, full of Him.
Being fully engaged in my life right now, giving thanks in all things, looking for God in all the nooks and crannies of these circumstances and saying "Yes" is the only way to protect the time I've been given, to make the most to the time.
We live like we are sprinting fast out of time and it's true in ways.  We are running out of our own dash of life time, but we are running across the finish line into forever that is unending time.  We don't snatch these moments now greedily, we are wise with our time because we see forever up ahead.


  1. "But living this life in the moments given being fully aware of them and fully engaged in what is going on in my life, being thankful for what is and content with what is, that is real living."

    Amen to this! Visiting you from FMF, where I'm thankful to be your neighbor today. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us!

  2. Amen and amen! "We are living in our present moments to find Him!" One thing I've learned when I'm having a rough time with another person is that I can always ask for a do-over. It gives us both an opportunity to bow out of a bad situation and start over again with a different attitude.

  3. Oh yes. Living in the moment is not always easy for me and there are times I definitely feel nostalgic for the past. Keeping an eye on where we're ultimately headed definitely helps, though.


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