Moment to Moment

The fog gently plays with the trees making a rthym of creation that has come down through the ages. Stillness settles into my soul as I wonder about a question the Lord has been asking me.

How do you go from one moment to the next?

The question seems to need an answer that remains the same as it weaves around life and circumstances. It should be simple to answer, but yet it seems to need more than that … or maybe no answer at all.

I know what I want the answer to be – exactly like this moment, right now, and the very next in the stillness of this tranquil morning. I look up once to see a blank canvas beyond my yard, but a second glance is met with the hill beyond slowly, quietly coming out of the mist. I think about how my serene morning scene in time will burn off to the rays of the hot June sun.

The Lord is whispering, “It’s not about time. It’s not about what happened in the past or what is coming out of the mist or the trials of the future. How you go from one moment to the next is about who you are and where you live from.”

The Lord is showing me this slowly changing scene as trees and cattle emerge from the lifting fog. I think about the many conditions I’ve seen this land endure over the past few decades – the worst being a blizzard with hurricane force winds that tore the gutter off the back of our house. I realize that no matter if these hills are a tender spring green, a torched golden hue from lack of summer rain, or snuggled under a winter blanket of snow – the land never changes, never moves.

Maybe it is through the land that my answer is found. It is grounded right where the Lord intended it to be. I too am grounded, right here where I’m intended to be.