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THIS Moment

We all have bad days, right? You're sick or running late or you have an accident or a flat tire (or maybe all of the above and then some?). Sometimes a bad day is as simple as getting bad news - news that doesn't stop with just the saying of it, the fact of it. Bad news that isn't just a statement but news that reaches into the heart and changes the scenery, colors the way you see things, makes you look into the future and see that your life will look different from here on out because of it. News that catches you by surprise and changes what you thought would always be, changes the status quo of your life. I got news like that recently.

Then a few days later, I received a totally unrelated phone call the purpose of which was to rake me over the coals, make sure I knew how badly I'd screwed up. A few days after that, I got a letter from the IRS informing me that the organization for which I work and am responsible for much of the accounting and human resource compliance has been randomly chosen for an audit, the day after that I really let-down someone I love more than words can say.

My head has been in a whirl. Thoughts of my incompetence beat me up. Thoughts of the heartache that the future holds because of that aforementioned news bombard me.It all came so quickly - one thing right after the other. I didn't have time in between to pull myself together like a boxer going back to his corner for a shoulder rub and a squirt of water, someone to wipe his brow.

Last night as the distractions of the day quieted, I got ready for bed, and as tears once again streamed down my face, I told myself to get a grip. God is here with you now. Remember the presence of God in this moment. THIS moment. You only have to live one moment at a time.There is no other moment to be lived, only this one. And this one must be lived in Him.

I finished brushing my teeth. I can do this, I thought. I can brush my teeth. Jesus is with me, and I'm brushing my teeth and that's all I have to think about right now.


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