We spend so much of life elsewhere. Replaying what was.

Rehearsing what might be. Mentally standing in rooms we are not in, while missing the one where our feet are planted.

But now is where life is happening.

Now is not loud. It rarely demands attention. It waits quietly for us to notice.

To notice the breath we are breathing. To observe the light in the room. To appreciate the sound, the silence, the presence beside us. To welcome what is, even if it isn’t what we hoped for.

Now asks us to accept this moment as it is—not as we wish it had been, not as we hope it will become. Not to approve of everything. But to receive what is real.

So much of our anxiety comes from refusing now. We obsess over the past—what we should have said, what we wish we had done.

We obsess over the future—what might go wrong, what we still must accomplish.

And in doing so, we abandon the only moment where grace is available.

God meets us now. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow.

Now.

This moment holds enough mercy for this breath. Enough strength for this step. Enough presence for this prayer.

Today, refuse the pull of elsewhere. Notice.

Observe. Appreciate. Welcome.

This—right here—is the only now you have been given. And it is enough.