“We must be careful with our lives, for Christ’s sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and perilous world, and so they are very precious and what we do with them matters enormously”
~ Frederick Buechner
Grace is always present tense. I write from personal experience that heaven on earth is living in close proximity to whom and what one loves most. In that regards, I have found paradise; more accurately, paradise has found me. The most discerning, scintillating, jocular, and alluring woman I’ve ever known calls me “Darling”; precocious and precious grandchildren, daughters and sons-in-law call me “Papa,” and intriguing neighbors call me “friend.” I am blessed with residential space to breathe apart from urban interference; plank fencing marks our boundaries rather than cement sidewalks, and caliche replaces asphalt. The prominent sounds in our distance are not those of urban sprawl; instead, Barred Owls beckon to one another with sounds we call monkey chatter, a Kingfisher rattles back and forth over the surface of the pond, and an ever-present Phoebe wheezes on a nearby limb.
We abide best in our Heavenly Father when we extoll his grace that benefits this breath, and when we embrace the exhilaration of not living in the wake of what we once were. What happened or didn’t happen yesterday pales in significance with what I do right now; life does count, and this very moment matters enormously. Mercy is at hand in abundance when I allow myself to detect the weight of God in the mundane and ordinary. Grace in present tense means release from remorse over the past, and freedom from fear of failing to have tomorrow.