I stay present but in reality, I am many miles and many years behind us. I am taller and straighter, I have less pain and fewer regrets.
I stay present and take pleasure wherever it is offered. I stand, and I pray. I offer - no-that's-not-true, I don't offer. I give freely - my praise. And it is given with all honesty, truly.
I stay present as He is present, but just as He is timeless so a part of me slips into the past and the better part leans into the not-quite-yet.
I am present. For now.
I'm reading a novel by John Connolly and came across the words: "Although she remained a presence in the room; a part of her was now elsewhere. " That sent me here.