The Journey of the Moment

Life sure is a journey. I realize that it's important to take in the scenery of the journey called life as I won't be able to embrace this moment again. Moments are fleeting. There's here...well.. for but a moment. It's important to remember where we once had been but don't allow that to keep you from enjoying where you are. So many times I have been caught up in the past...the glories and the failures... that I keep living and missing the moments that presented before me.

An article that the Late Rich Mullins had wrote for Release Magazine comes to mind...I thought I'd like to share...

It is for those every-once-in-a-while kind of moments - far more than for those once-upon-a-time ones - that we can be most thankful. It is in those moments that we find some sense of who we are. Regardless of how grand or how common the event of the moment is, in it we see ourselves at our absolute best - focused, poised and pure - no compromise, no ulterior motives, no self deception or pretense. We see what we are like when we have no point to prove or score, no bills to fit, no scrutinizing to endure... We meet again that child in us who stills loves to swim naked in the cold, quick-running waters of the now - the child in us who can feel in his skin and very bones the warmth and brilliance of the sun. In those moments there is that flash of astonishing recognition: this is not a child who is merely in us - this child is us.

No wonder we love the moments and want them to linger. But for now they can't, so we must let them go. They are the flicker of some holy flame, a twinkling of an eye wherein the dead come alive again. Remember them, thank the Lord for them, but move on into the next moment and be present in it. It is God's present to you.

So many times we just look at the wrappers of the present that God gives us. The present is His Presence in the present moment.

I read a quote from a book called "Waking the Dead" by John Elderidge.

"The Glory of God is man fully alive." I love this statement yet it causes me to wonder how many days I've spent not being fully alive. There I go again. The longer I think of that the less apt I am to enjoy and embrace the moment that is presented before me.

After my bout of sickness that almost took me literally out of this world, I find that life is sweeter. Life is grander... life is good. Too bad it had to take that close call to cause me to wake up and smell the roses so to speak. After so much loss in the last little while, one tends to feel like their stuck in the middle of the tunnel and not being able to see the light at the end. But thank the Lord for His Grace and mercy.

I guess I will end this blog with this thought: The bible says "where the Spirit of the Lord is there is liberty." If this truly is the case, and it is, no matter what moment I find myself in, the good, the bad, or the ugly, I know this to be true...If He's with me, and He promised that He would be, then I am in liberty now.

Thanks for the Hug, Jesus. :)