Looking Back

One of my bad habits is looking back. Lately, God has been flowing into my rear view mirror, and outshining whatever was there. I used to longingly look back at the images of the past, imagining them much prettier and brighter. Much more interesting than today. Much more intriguing and even more daring. The danger of doing this is collaboration with the enemy of my soul who would have me consistently looking at anything other than the beauty my Father has provided. The present, this moment, this second. Nothing else matters. Nothing else is beautiful. Living in the center of this moment, with Jesus going forward before me--this is perfect. This is intriguing. Daring. Scandalous. Nothing else matters.