The Present may be a gift, but the Future is a blessing.

Recently, I've been submerging myself in thoughts of age. It is something that I often dismiss from my mind as my thought is the most horrible procrastinator. If it ever came to mind even once, my mind just pushed it away, for after all, it is very far in the future and I have nothing to worry about except the present (which is most definitely a gift). Then again, it is very important, at least to myself, to begin thinking about the future since it is very very close. Yet, what is the future? When I am 18, the future is still there. And when I am 21, it still remains. By the time I reach mid-life, it still stands. Sometimes I wonder about those nouns, they just seem to sit there silently as the world passes by, unwary. I supposed the present is without a doubt, the most worshipped and well-known. The world is so caught up in the "now" and focus on worldly things, getting so caught up in it that they are unaware that the future has already approached. And by the time they are completely aware of that fact, it is already too late and the ones who have prepared are moving happily on, and the ones who haven't are left behind. I think that is what the aging sermons have all been sending, although quite tediously. I still feel that I am still quite young to understand completely.

We definitely should invest our growth in Christ during this time. Looking into the future, will we have the time that we have currently? It is almost like how we are going to school...we have time now, and in the future what we have learned and through our growth we will be utilizing in the future. We should indulge in our youth. It is something that we can never get back. But perhaps in heaven we will? I have always wondered how old will we be in heaven? Will we be all the same height? The same face? Same...race? If any of that exists then. Then again, would diversity exist or would everything be "equal" so that something such as jealousy would not exist? And then, the thought that comes to mind is that, even if we are all different in heaven, it would not matter? Perhaps...because of the absence of sin in God's complete presence, difference would not matter and we would all accept one another? We would all be beautiful in one another's eyes, unlike on earth where there is a standard of beauty, where we would see just like God sees that there is beauty in every single one of us.
I don't know what I am saying. But I often feel like I am alone, that I am the only one who drowns myself in these thoughts and questions that I, myself am not even sure would ever be answered.