I'm sitting at my desk, the books are overlapping, pens jostling for attention, glue sticks, scissors and  crayons haphazardly strewn across the surface.I'm musing on my first post yesterday and I'm determined not to fall off my gently rolling wagon.

I'm a little obsessed with punctuality, my Mum always said if you were only ten minutes early you were late. I can't bear being late and I suspect my propensity for arriving early is extremely irksome to many of my friends. However, when it comes to getting things done, especially paper work, letters, housework (ugh) I'm very much a "deadline" sort of gal. if I can put something off I will but when it comes to the point where I'm absolutely down to the wire I can rattle off whatever is necessary in a matter of minutes.

For someone who doesn't really cope well with stress I somehow seem to function best when my delaying tactics have raised my stress levels to the maximum. I waste time worrying about the past, focussing on what happened last time, who said what or did what  months and even years ago. I'm even more adept about worrying about the future I spend weeks running through all the things that might happen when I submit a form for Ben, I worry about money and what will happen if, when...so,

by the time I finally get round to doing it I'm really up against the clock and I have to buckle down.

 

The past is called the past for a reason, it has passed, it's gone, I can't do a single thing to change it, the best I can do is try to learn from it and not repeat the same mistakes. The future is even more of  a waste of time, only God knows what tomorrow will bring and  His Word promises me that He has a plan and a purpose for me, and that He is with me in all things and in all situations. Which leaves...

 

The here and now, today, the only time I can do anything about. The present is indeed our gift from God, and its up to us to unwrap it exuberantly, hopefully, enthusiastically, to live in our present abundantly and to the glory of our Creator God .