The Now

In the moment
Finding beauty in everything that hurts.
Cause perpetual pain I will not let win.
I will not give the darkness satisfaction.
 
In the moment
As demons scream you are failing
I smile and softly Invision green grass and chasing fireflies as a child.
In the sticky dew of the evening, momma yelling for us to come and eat.
Saying grace before we do.
 
In the moment
A babies first cry, as their little swollen eyes blink softly to focus on this big new scary world.
A mother, assuring this beautiful gift it's protected.
As Satan breathes down her neck, creating a million new found worries for her that's always gonna be irrational but possible  within her fears.
Yet, she covers the bases with petitions in prayer and trusts God and his will for their lives.  
 
In the moment
Holding the hand of a precious grandmother, noticing how fragile and weak she has become.
The one who placed bandages on skinned knees, and read stories.
As she looks up and in her final moments sees her brothers and sisters who went on to heaven before her, describing in detail the beauty...the colors.  
Yes...there is hope in moments like that. Always be present in your moments, and may you always hold hope like it's your last breath.