It's midnight, I'm done with my course work for tonight, and for some reason I'm feeling kind of nostalgic for bygone Houghton days. It must be something about sitting bleary-eyed in front of a computer late at night and thumbing through books- forcing my tired brain to read and type. Now that my books are laid aside and my progress safely stored away in the computer, I wish I could wander down the hall to see who else is up or maybe throw on a coat and walk across campus- smelling that cool Houghton damp-earth-and-river-in-the-springtime-smell. Maybe I'll call on Sarah and see if she wants to make a late night run to the Truck Stop for pie. Hmmm...truck stop pie. Hmmm...freedom.
Someday, in a future scenario, I wonder if I will find myself reminiscing about the days when I was back in the log house at Maranatha, working on my MDIV, with the house quiet and my little kids in bed. Yep, I bet that's true, today is the day I will long for tomorrow. It's like when Sarah and I were dating long distance, she in CA and me back east, and I was living on memories and anticipation- one foot in the past, another lost in the future, and all I gave the present was a shadow of myself. I struggle with being content sometimes. I am kind of a small man that way.
Not there...HERE.
Not then...NOW.
Not that...THIS.
"Someday," and "remember when" are as tedious as they are unsubstantial.
It's time to commit to the present.
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The present is a difficult place to be....the trials are so real and the victories over them are yet to be won. I'm with you though, I don't want to waste today. Never again will Belle be 3 1/2 and John 15 months....never again will the opportunities of today be the same. I have lately been trying to grasp that this is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
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