Can’t have a “present” if you live in the past

I wonder if when Charles Dickens penned “A Christmas Carol” he knew that it was going to be copied in so many different ways through the years? If you are watching the Hallmark Channel you will see the same plot played over and over again, with Scrooge being a woman, a man, a singer, a movie star, you name it and it has already happened. Then there are the stories which are kind of like it in that you fall asleep and wake up in a different life, the life you would have had if you had said yes instead of no, or no instead of yes at some important juncture of your life. Generally it is a career woman who hasn’t had time for romance, marriage and a family and wakes to find herself with a husband, the guy she turned down long ago, two or three children and a dog, always a dog. I guess these movies draw a lot of rating points or they wouldn’t keep making them, after all I guess I watched them or I wouldn’t know to tell you about them, right? There is a point in my life, way back when, that I wonder what my life would have been like if I had gone with my heart instead of my head, but chances are I will never have that dream and wake with a different life. I will wake up in the morning and everything will be the same as it was yesterday and the day before, and yours will also. So what’s my point?

A while back I wrote about a phrase I thought I had coined, but I have seen it from others in different words but all meaning this, “Don’t let today be the yesterday you regret tomorrow”. Another way of saying almost the same thing is to say, “Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow never comes, what will you do my friend with your today?” They say that’s the reason right now is called the “present” because today is a gift that has to be used right now.

In the book of Job we find him bemoaning his life in chapter 7: 1-6 when he says, [There’s Nothing to My Life] “Human life is a struggle, isn’t it? It’s a life sentence to hard labor. Like field hands longing for quitting time and working stiffs with nothing to hope for but payday, I’m given a life that meanders and goes nowhere— months of aimlessness, nights of misery! I go to bed and think, ‘How long till I can get up?’ I toss and turn as the night drags on—and I’m fed up! I’m covered with maggots and scabs. My skin gets scaly and hard, then oozes with pus. My days come and go swifter than the click of knitting needles, and then the yarn runs out—an unfinished life!

If you are unhappy with the way your life has turned out, “wrap it all in the rags of your life and lay it at the cross, let Christ make something beautiful out of your life.”

And everybody said, Amen

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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