And I try to notice. Deliberately listen.
My mind flitters from one thing to the next. Races.
Constantly, muscles flex to pull me back again. To here.
I die to then and when and if. Over and over again.
Regularly I sift through the murky waters of regret for what I made a moment to be.
I'm so often wrestling with temptation to craft the future as I wish it to be.
I want to hear the song of now.
To notice the pitch and bravado -- to trust He composed this moment with such purpose.
Faith beckons me here.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...