“And that was Monday,” I sighed as I my head hit my pillow and I flopped into bed. The kids were in bed the day was done. Another 24 hours had been swept into the past. Those moments were gone. The time had been spent. There was no retrieving them back. Yet, what did those seconds hold? What had I gained from my Monday? As I lay in bed next to my sleeping husband, my mind began to scan the next 24, 48, 72… hours.
Tomorrow my “Mom Group” is coming.
Two days from now the package will arrive.
One day from now we will see Santa.
On Monday I will start exercising.
Payday is two days away.
On Saturday we have a family Christmas.
Wednesday I get my haircut.
And it struck me as I stopped the never ending scanning, I was always worrying about tomorrow. I was always living in the future. I was spending so much time focusing on the “what ifs” of the next day, week, month, and year that I was letting the TODAY pass me by. The today that I was worried about yesterday. The today that I had planned for a week ago. The today that I hadn’t planned for but that God had given me. I was missing TODAY every single day.
I was taking the hugs and kisses for granted. I was letting the smiling eyes bypass me, instead of staring deeply into those gorgeous blues and taking a mental snapshot of the joy that lies inside. I was picking up the mess instead of relishing in the fun it takes to create it. Because, for some reason, tomorrow felt so much more important.
But nothing is more important that today. Because today is today. Today is now. Today is here. And we aren’t promised tomorrow.
Tomorrow can wait ‘til tomorrow.
Desiring Today 