Appreciating where you are.

It's so easy to hope for the next thing. To live for the next trip. To hope for the person you will marry.

But is that the way we should live? Hmmm. Something to think about. We are to live with a hope of what is to come, for sure, but is that in the form of trips, people, etc.? It says in proverbs that a hope deferred makes the heart sick but a longing fulfilled is the tree of life.

So it is not wrong to hope, and wait in expectation, as long as it does not take over our hope in what is to come to SAVE us. And as long as we understand that a deferment of that hope can make us sick. Physically and Spiritually.

With that said, I decided this morning to put on jeans and walk through the grove in Oxford. We are up here for meetings, and I had memories flood me. Overwhelm me, to a degree. It's beautiful, it's spring, it's cool. It's perfect. Literally. The spring in Oxford is one of the best things ever.

I realized that when I was in school here I always hoped for what was to come. To be looking past where I was, and wondering what was next. And I missed it. I took this place so for granted. I took my friends so for granted.

It made me think about where I am and living as if each day is my last. Will definitely give me so much more appreciation for every phase of my life, and will make me stop wishing away where I am.