Something I’ve been pondering today: What does it mean to live in the hope and the contentment of where God has placed me today?
I keep trying to ride
the coattails of the past
but they only take me back,
back to what was
instead of what is.
I keep looking back
to moments in the past
but they make me forget
that what was
is no longer what is.
I keep getting lost
in glimpses of the past,
but absence turns fondness
of what was not
rather than what is.
I keeping wishing for
the known of the past,
but there can’t be a
future in what was –
only in what is
and what will be.
Hope in the Ashes 