“I do not and will not fear tomorrow because I feel as though today has been enough”
Dear Friend,
The former days do seem better than these. I understand exactly where you’re coming from. You mentioned how often you dwell on your past during the star lit hours of the night watch. How when the daylight fades and darkness begins to linger, the good ole’ days come calling.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
There is a brevity to every state of being, every moment, every feeling. Yet, there is a beauty to be seen in every waking moment. So, the troubling thing is that we are unable to recognize the value of these moments until they’re gone. All too often we are unable to cling to that beauty amid our constant movement. This is how Eden sank to grief, by living in a perfect paradise – gold – until she ate of that fruit. A tale as old as time. This is part of what it means to be human.
After all, yesterday is on everybody’s mind. Macbeth found out all his yesterdays had lighted fools. John Lenin said something wrong and longed for yesterday. And Passenger realized that you only know you love her till you let her go. Yesterday. There is no day more remembered than yesterday.
So, wow, that can get depressing. Too many unknowns, and too much uncertainty. So here’s what we do know:
Isaiah 43:18-19, “Remember not the former things, nor consider things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it, I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.’“
Matthew 6:24, “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
What we know is that we fall victim to allowing glorious things slip through our fingers because of their dull and monotonous layers. What we know is that the brave souls who take the time to peel back those layers find gold. In all its many, many forms; pain inflicting laughter, breathing, chasing, freshly cut grass, slow-dancing, that worn and hopeful 5-O’clock smile, and the list goes on. What we know is that we are told not to think of the days of old or fret of impending day. What we do know is that, in the space we occupy between yesterday and tomorrow; Our Savior is sovereign over.
Writings and waves 