“He’s two years old,” she says…

And turns back to the stove, where’s she’s cooking dinner….

A wistful smile on her face.

Two years old…

I had just called him three.

After all… His third birthday is just a few weeks away.

She stirs the pot on the stove, and sighs.

He is her youngest baby.

And when he turns three years old…

It will be hard to think of him as a baby anymore.

And so there we stand, she and I…

On the opposite sides of time…

The past, where only God can linger…

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.  Isaiah 43:18

 And the future, which only God can see…

…you do not know what tomorrow will bring…  James 4:14

Both of us…

In danger of missing the chance of living in the moment-with God…

Forgetting that Jesus says…

“…‘No procrastination. No backward looks. You can’t put God’s kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day.’” Luke 9:62

Forgetting that God wants us to celebrate each moment…

This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.  Psalm 118:24

Celebrate it…

But hold it in our hands and hearts only as long as it lasts…

And then release it…

Letting it slide down the twine of time like a pearl on a string.

Turning and gasping in awe as a new moment appears…

A moment even more beautiful than the last.

More beautiful because God lives in it…

As He does each new moment…

Inviting us to live in it with Him…

One moment at a time…

One breath at a time…

For all of time…

“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”  Hebrews 13:5

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  John 3:16