Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Promise of a new Day

Faith is not, contrary to the usual ideas, something that turns out to be right or wrong, like a gambler’s bet; it’s an act, an intention, a project, something that makes you, in leaping into the future, go so far, far, far ahead that you shoot clean out of time and right into Eternity, which is not the end of time or a whole lot of time or unending time, but timelessness, that old Eternal Now.
—Joanna Russ—
Isn’t it amazing how some people contrive to live in the present? They seem not to worry about the future; they seem not to regret the past. “Two days I can’t do anything about, runs the saying, “yesterday and tomorrow.” We love to fantasize about the past and the future:

What if Napoleon had died in infancy? Where would I travel in a time machine? But we get into trouble when we forget that “the past” and “the future” are inventions; the only reality is the present. Yes, past events Contribute to our now; yes, the present will help to determine the future. But we can’t do anything about them; the past and the future are out of our reach. It seems, oddly enough, that it’s people with a strong faith who are best able to live in the present moment. Enjoyment of the present, care for the quality of life: these are a kind of reverence, a kind of faith in life itself. The present is valuable, this faith tells us: it is all we have.

Let me swim in the present, reverential and unafraid. Let me be sustained by the water of life.