Life; here, now.  There are choices to be made today as the day stretches and the sun falls down over the horizon.  To sit and see.  Or to be busy and blinded.

Tomorrow.  The time creeps.  Each hole is filled.

I'm reading a book about Wess Stafford,  former president of Compassion.  He grew up in Nielle, Africa.  He talks about time and how the Western world is busy to fill it.

I am busy to fill it.  

But, not so much in business, but in the right things.

I want to fill it with love, with reflection, with prayer, with music, with small moments, with laughter, and with praise to the one who deserves all of my life.

I remember I used to have a huge bucket list of things to do and if I'm honest its still there, just not at the forefront.  Don't get me wrong; the adventurous spirit in me still beats as wild as ever when I let it have full reign.  However, there is also another part of me that is peaceful and calm and filled with a centre in Christ so that all this "hurry, hurry" and messages about traveling the world and seeing everything before its too late don't move me the same as before.

I won't see everything and it will be too late, but not too late for the things that matter more.

I'd rather love.

I'd rather sit and study the word of God.

I'd rather not be moved by all this hustle and bustle.

I'd rather do the hard work and remove all the things that stand in the way between me and God.

I'd rather see what God is doing.  

Time here is short and then there is this mysterious eternity.  We are headed here- into this mystery in some form.  If we know God, we will see him there- in Heaven.

I live in this perspective.