The Value Of The Present

It doesn't exactly feel like Spring. The week brought cold rains and a bounty of snow to the nearby mountain tops. My garden flowers are doing their best to bloom but still crave warm sun. Nature lives in the present and always seems to thrive no matter whatever the weather brings.

I am discovering that the secret in life is to appreciate each day that I am given. I must truly value time and every present moment. I have usually been a person who tends to look ahead at tomorrow or dwells in what could or should have been in the past. Either view can be myopic and yet, joy awaits me now, today. . .

Perhaps, that is why I have thoroughly enjoyed the days this month of renewing several of my friendships. I have a treasure store of girl friends that have blessed me throughout the years. When we get together it's as if there's no lapse between the last time that we met. The laughter, the stories, the burdens that we share bind our hearts much closer, as if all that were a thread that weaves together a colorful tapestry of our lives. In them, I know that I am blessed for they have been bright blossoms for me when my skies were dark and gray.

So I am thankful for today, this very minute. I don't want to go through life and overlook the blessings that are right before me. It's easy to be like the Disciples and the people of that time who really didn't get Jesus or the purpose of his ministry. Sure they were awed by his miracles and all that He could perform, but they missed the most important aspect that they were in the very present company of all mighty God Himself. Standing before them, breathing with them, and walking the world with them was God's only begotten Son, their Savior. And yet, they seemed oblivious to the Value of that present Moment. . .

So instead, I want to value my present and all that God has blessed me with. I want to live my days in such a way that others will notice the value I see in them and in their lives. I want to impart God's favor toward them by sharing time with them. And in that, I find true value in being and living in the present.

"For I say to you, that many prophets and kings wished to see the things which you see . . . and to hear the things which you hear . . ."
Luke 10:24

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