Catholic Things

Being Present in the Moment


There’s something that has been a problem of mine for a while: being present in the moment.

I struggle with being present in the moment. And there are a handful of reasons why.

  • I have an active imagination. I spend a portion of my time coming up with fictional situations that will never happen. Or are likely to never happen.
  • I have an anxiety disorder. And in looking at different resources, I’ve seen that problems concentrating are common with this particular anxiety disorder.
  • It’s just a habit. I’ve gotten used to not being present. An example of this is that I have the habit of being on my phone instead of paying attention to what’s going on around me.
  • A mixture of the three things above.

I think all of these things figure in to me not always being present in the moment. Sometimes, it’s what I said in the fourth point in that it’s a mixture of all of them. And sometimes, it’ll be one more than the others.

And due to being preoccupied, I can miss moments of life.

Some are more precious than others.

Or precious like this.

Others are more aesthetically pleasing.

Or aesthetic like this.

And, well, you get the point.

Like I said, being preoccupied can cause us to miss out on moments in life. Regardless of why we’re preoccupied or how long we’re preoccupied.

And we don’t just miss out on the moments I’ve pictured above.

We miss more important moments. Like building or deepening relationships. Or creating memories with our loved ones. Or having adventures. Or exploring what we like to do.

And, again, you get the point.

And you may be wondering what this has to do with God.

Well, let me tell you a story.

I met one of my best friends in my Alma Mater’s dining hall. She had been behind me in line and had seen me not know how to swipe into the building. (I was a little freshman. Pardon my mistake.) And when we had both gotten into the building, she came up to me and asked if I had anyone to sit with. When I said no, she asked me to sit with her and her friends. And we remained best friends through college and to the present day.

The moral of this story is that had she been preoccupied, she might not have seen me mess up when swiping into the building. She might not have realized that I was a freshman like she was. She might not have gotten into line with me. And who knows if we would’ve been best friends. (There’s a chance since we were both active at Newman, but it wouldn’t quite be the same.)

Meeting her so early in my college career is one of the biggest God moments, if not the biggest God moment, of my life.

Like I might’ve said in previous posts, this friend was there for me in some of my darkest times. And yet she never judged me. She provided advice where necessary, and just her presence when that was the only thing that would help.

And I thoroughly believe God knew what He was doing when He placed her in my life that morning.

And I think that’s why we need to keep preoccupation in its place.

Because if we let our preoccupation get the best of us, then we won’t be able to have the God moments God intends for us to have.

Or maybe we will. God works in mysterious ways. And who am I to know when and where He’ll work?

And so that’s where my challenge comes in for today:

Until next time, I hope you have a great day!



2 thoughts on “Being Present in the Moment”

    1. I’m glad that you enjoyed this post! And I’m glad that there are others out there dealing with the same things I am. Which is part of what I want to do with this blog: let others know they’re not alone. And I agree with you, Kate, that we need to see the value in the little moments.

      – Victoria


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