Sometimes I think so much about what I should do next- that I forget to see what wonderful opportunities there are to do right here. Where I am.
Sometimes I think wistfully of reaching that ever-elusive spot in life where there is more time. More money. Less worry. Less chaos. More luxury. More. But in the wishing for tomorrow, I miss the glories of this day.
Why am I never content with how things are THIS.MOMENT? Why do I spend more time thinking about hypothetical dreams, future hopes (and worries) than what is happening this very moment?
God is in raindrops. God is in the girl wrapped in yarn. God is in the cherries AND the pits. God is in the cinnamon sugar shaker that was mysteriously opened this morning and shaken all about the kitchen floor.
Tomorrow won't be better than today. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. A day just LIKE today. A day that, if spent the same way I have been, will lose the rainbows of the day from eyes looking off into the distance for some elusive pot of gold.