I want to, need to, live each moment with death pressing so close. I want to live undeluded, wide awake to sharp reality. I think this is the most honest way to live.
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With Each Passing Moment
“Already the past,” and still we cling to the last dregs of the moment, grasping, bargaining. But the present always invariably slides into the past, and the past does not belong to us. It becomes memory; it fades and creases.
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Even Now
And so, on the cusp of summer’s end, I am confronted with these two truths: that time is fleeting, and that I am bound to the present. Summer is quickly drawing to a close, but for me, even now, it is still summer. How I wish that time was forever and that I could change the future! But this is not so. The present moment is the lot the Lord has given to me now.
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