I’ve been reminiscing about the past. My childhood. The good old days. And at the same time, I’m worrying about the future. My retirement. The coming end days. I think about the house I used to live in, and the house I yearn for. I think about the holidays I enjoyed, and the holidays I dream about. I think about my children when they were babies, and the adults they will grow into. At times, I feel that I’m almost losing my mind, myself, in all these thoughts, in all the busyness and noises around me.
And in one quiet moment, as I push the stroller along a shady path, just me and my sleeping baby, I become mindful of the present, of the living word of God…
“Give us each day our daily bread” – Luke 11: 3
Not the stale bread of yesterday, and not the un-risen bread of tomorrow but the bread for today.
So these days, I’m savouring each moment, I’m being mindful of His presence and I’m living each day for His glory.
