Moment by Moment

This morning I want to thank my higher source for my ability at times to simply move from moment to moment without thought. I have learned in my home to take life moment by moment for I never know what the next moment will bring. I have to trust myself that all the parenting, spiritual and natural abilities will come into play without having to stop and ask myself what tools or lessons I am going to use, for seldom is there time to ponder on what to do.
It is probably a cliche' but a true one that sometimes one day is longer than another. I know in reality each day has the same number of minutes, but one day seems to move so quickly, time flies and moments blend together in rhythm and balance. Then there are days that seem to last forever or seem will never end, filled with moments of crisis, decisions, teaching, patience, forgiveness, guidance and responsibility. Why do days seem so different? The difference is in how I move from moment to moment, how I use the moments as they come along and who those moments are spent with.
Moments and minutes are not always the same. Every day has exactly 1,440 minutes to use. However every day does not have the same number of moments for a moment is not measured by time. A moment doesn't just pass, it occurs. A moment requires you to be present in some way for it to be. A moment can last from a few seconds to minutes, for it is the experiences or happening that defines it, not the time it lasts.
I feel blessed that the other evening I was able to move from moment to moment for most of the night with patience and faith in myself that whatever I did or said would be right in that moment There were a few moments, like when I allowed frustration and anger to appear in myself that I questioned whether I would handle the next moment correctly, but I realize that the frustration was what allowed me the strength to be firm in the next moment of confrontration and the anger gave me the desire to stand up for others in the following moment. I had to move from moment to moment without planning for between Cathy, Alex and Antonio there was to no time to think between the demands and experiences of the moments. What someone chose in one moment affected others in the next or required my presence in some way. One moment I had to decide how to deal with a 15 year old boy throwing a destructive temper tantrum and then comfort the hurt adult who is only trying to love this boy in-spite of the abuse she receives because of her efforts. One moment I needed to be firm and set a limit with an oppositional teen and the next I had to be silent as he packed to run away from home because he didn't think he should be asked to do what he was. As he stormed out the door, the moment was filled with questions and worries from those who loved him and I had to call on faith and hope, then the next moment decide which of two options would be the best use of my time, but before I could finish the project chosen, the boy returned and I my moment was filled with tears, anger and his words of despair and failure. Then on to create a new moment of caring and tenderness, filled with understanding of his pain, while showing him he could look at the same instances that were causing him pain and find the love and support that has always surrounded him. His life may not be what he would like it to be, but it so much better than he could ever have dreamt it to be. The difference is in how he chooses to look at the momement or what he chooses to focus on from the moments of his life. Then I got to move from the moments of understanding and connection to a moment of power struggle and then on to a moment of truce and then to moments of sharing things totally unrelated to the events of the earlier evening. Later moments flowed from moments of explanation to moments of request and on to to final moments of a 10 year olds day as she shared how much she loved her brother, but sometimes she had different feeleings, and how bad she felt when she had those moments of thought.
Moments moving are all too often not appreciated or recognized. I sometimes get so busy looking for an answer to my prayers of knowing how to handle or change something that I don't see my prayer is already being answered in how I am blessed in simply following inspiration, staying or creating peace and harmony amidst chaos, confusion and anger. Like others I am looking for a miracle to occur when what I really need is already being given to me moment by moment without my being aware I am being given the miracles in experiencing peace, patience, understanding, gratitude, forgiveness, strength, tolerance, love and countless more gifts and abilities.
Again, I express gratitude today for the moments of my life. I may not appreciate them all as they happen, but I know I am given them as a gift. How I choose to look at the moments as good or bad is up to me, for they have happened and continue to be given freely to use. I acknowledge that I receive far more than I am ever aware of or could express.

My Answer- Not what I thought

Thank you Lord for helping me to find the answer to how to get out of the depression I have been stuck in the past 2 months. I couldn't seem to pull myself out and want to get on with life. I felt like I had lost someone, as if in death, but it was my own choice, to encourage my granddaughter to give her baby to someone else. I knew in my heart it was right, and I, above all, knew it was the only choice for this baby to live a normal happy life. Yet something about the whole thing was keeping me unable to walk through the pain. I was stuck. Then the answer was revealed. What I could not get through was not knowing how the young couple that were to adopt this precious little great-granddaughter were doing. I was not upset because they had the baby to raise instead of my granddaughter raising her. I was frustrated because I could not share in their joy at raising this little girl. I could not be there to hear their fears and worries about how their new baby was doing, or to hear the laughter and joy in their voices as they spoke about how cute their little princess was in her new outfit or how she melted their hearts with her big beautiful eyes. Then I found it, their blog and my depression lifted. Here I could see the smiles on their faces. I was able to see and hear how dad thought his little princess was so smart because she would stick her tongue out like daddy did. The picture of 2 sad faces, mom's and daughter's was precious, but it let me know that the mother understood that not all moments are happy and she could share the sadness with love. I am thankful that they thought to post a picture of the new father with his brothers and father. Unlike my granddaughter and the aunt she lives with, I was not able to meet the extended family that would be loving this new baby. I didn't know if they were fun loving or serious. I could see that glint in almost every eye that said, watch out, we can only be this good for a short while, don't expect too much. I love the look on the faces of my granddaughter's aunts. You can see the adoration they have for this precious angel. Anyway, the point is I am thankful that these new parents are willing to share their adventure, and thankful that I was pointed to the answers to my prayer