When life provides an answer, one should take a moment to let it bury itself into one’s memory. Far too often my focus is elsewhere. I have left the present for the future, I am stepped into the past as I struggle to deal with a fear that will not go away, or I am distracted. Whatever the reason, I miss the moment. I lose sight of vanishing gap between opportunity and void. I willfully choose to ignore the joy and energy that builds within when an aspiration becomes reality. As I consider recent moments, observed and ignored, there is a randomness to it all that leads me to examining misplaced priorities.
In my reflection, I find myself trying to embrace three mantras.
When things work a moment of time is available for us to take note (record within) acknowledge (record without). We make not use the moment, but it is here. As present as it was, it rarely remains.
In the moment we have to notice, it is our choice in how we will remember the moment. Good coming out of pain is often lost or ignored. Competing priorities block what benefits of results and achievements bring. The gift of being able to see and know is only realized when we do our part.
One does not always know what is beneficial and helpful when it arrives. There is a distinct difference in the willingness to live and experience as compared with only being willing to see what one thinks is good. How can you know? Is instant history always the most accurate and complete history? What is bad may bring more valuable good. What is good may lead to something bad.
A writer in Psalms left us with a detailed moment; “You climbed to the High Place, captives in tow, your arms full of booty from rebels, and now you sit there in state, God, sovereign God!” (Psalm 68.18) In the big ones and small, I want to see. In the celebrations and in the tears, I want to see. Seeing, remembering are choices.
