Bringing It All Back Home
Tempest tossed Worn and weary at the mercy of the cruel elements without an anchor and lost, hopelessly lost I remember one particular day - sunny and autumnal, brisk and wonderful flying through the mountains as a passenger of a sport utility vehicle. I remember no matter what was going on around me and outside of me I couldn't shake the doom and gloom and depression. I should be thrilled, enraptured with the splendor and majestic beauty around me. I sat despondent ... focused intently on the rearview mirror. For miles and miles we sat in silence as I watched things pass me from behind. I realized, with small tears forming in the corners of my eyes that this was how I had been 'doing life.' So focused on the past that I was sacrificing and losing the moment of now -- the present which is in fact a present, I left unwrapped and unopened in the backseat on the floor. It took a few years and a real encounter with the God of the universe to help me to re...