The Was And Is

We were seated around the table at my sister's house on that blustery Sunday  in February.
Our husbands had sought the comfort of soft seats and cozy fire downstairs to ready them selves for some football and camaraderie.
Our hands all encircled a large mug and our conversation created warmth enough...

                                                               

Inevitably we started discussing years that were and are no more....Days that though long were filled with life's sweetest and best.
Innocence and simplicity were the general theme of our days as we raised our little ones.
Days before social media and outlets that technology invented. 
Days where college and wedding plans were nothing more but a far away some day.

                       

                                             from the archives...

We laughed as we recalled the little but large moments in life....

Then someone asked...."but would you want to go back to those days now?"
Silence...and then bravely we all agreed "No, we would not wish to repeat all those gloriously long days with our young children in tow"....
Although blissful; retrospect is kind....and without saying it we knew there was also doubts, fears and a restlessness that at times permeated the season we were in...

                                                        

The feeling that still can prevail if we allow it a corner to thrive....

Life must be lived facing forward....we cannot change what was ...only what is.....
that is enough and it is beautiful...

                                                                 

With enough grace, and love in each season we live....knowing every day has trouble of it's own kind...
we can laugh ...realising life here is heaven's prelude....

                                                            

Some Things Never Change

                                                   please listen to the music...

Beginnings and endings, the ebb and the flow,
The joy and the sorrow the stay and the go.
Life has it's seasons of storm and calm
Time to move forward,or look back upon

I pray I may never selfishly hold
What was never mine, but borrowed gold.
I'll keep my hands open and trust the great Giver,
While I savour the moment that He has delivered.L.M.

Enjoying a wonderfully, busy week here before it changes .

How are you spending yours?

MOMENTS (from the archives of my journal)

  I only have a moment ,what difference can I make?
In a heart and a mind that is ready to break,
beneath all life's burdens, toil and pain.
searching for peace but finding in vain no mercy.

One moment is all the time it can take
One moment a smile will ease the ache.
One moment a word can cheer him along.
One moment a line for you in a song.
A moment it's ours we all have the same
Moments to treasure or to pass blame.
For how we use them is our choice alone.
We can confess we all are prone
to waste them sometimes ,or to think they'd be better
if we had a life that suited us to the letter.
I thank you Jesus for moments of grace.
For moments when I can seek only your face.
Moments to treasure and some that refine
the life that is in me and all that is mine.



        Some how I've read much about cherishing the moment this week and it reminded me of this which I wrote a few years ago.Blessings as we live in the moment.