Maybe

Where am I going? That thought is floating through my head again. But this time I'm not worried. Actually, I haven't been worried for a while now. I like life. And I like not knowing where its going, or where God is taking me. I like keeping my eyes right in front of me. I like living in the present, which is the only place any of us really lives. When I'm not paying attention to the past or future, life is much more digestible. I take every surprise at face value. When my car gets a flat, its not a problem. Its just a new piece of the plot. Sometimes getting a flat is nice. You get to spend a little time on the side of the road. You get to see grass that most people never see. From close up. You get to see the beetle crawling quietly on his way. Not that the beetle really matters, but in another sense he does. Because you see him. Because you've slowed down, been slowed down, enough to see the beetle. Which means you're paying attention to something happening right now. If you're watching the beetle, you're not worrying about the flat or the breakup or the death or the interview or what someone said or your bank account. You're just watching him crawl quietly on. You're living right here. Right now. And I think that's how we're meant to love. Right here. Right now. Love is present tense. We can look at the past to teach us, and we can look at the future to motivate us, but the only way to love is right now. Right here. Right now.