Here’s the deal.
I’ve got a problem.
I spend far too much time in hopes of what’s next.
Th next car.
The next house.
The next baby.
The next stage.
I find myself looking so forward to the next phase of life, that in a way I feel like I am wishing away the present. I’m always wondering what the new will look like, how things will change, that I become absent from the here and now. I’m ignoring the beauty and blessing right in front of me, to create Pinterest boards, and dream of the “ideal.”
When will my family be complete? When will we finally live in our forever home? What will life look like in ten years?
I think it’s fine to wonder about those thing, even to dream up the future a bit. But, I also know that if it’s causing you to not fully love and find joy in the season you’re experiencing, then it can be unhealthy.
It reminds me of the well-known verse Matthew 6:25-26:
I think this verse is speaking more to worry, but I think it can also apply to us “worrying” more about what’s next instead of trusting God for our future, and enjoying the now!
These are the days. My life is great, my house is cute, and my little girl will never be this age again. My prayer is that, years from now when I am surrounded by babies in my dream home, I look back at my right now with contentment. That I will be able to say that I was wholly present in these precious moments.
Because I will never get them back.