Last night I went to bed troubled.  So much was on my mind.  For years I fought my own battle with illness; then, I was healed of what was supposed to be something you never get over – just learn to live with.  But healing came from the hand of the Lord; there is no question in my mind of that.  It came that I might be able to help family members falling ill around me; first my mother, then my husband, and now my child.

There were other things mentally rambling around as I waited for sleep.  Now that I’m in the winding down years of life, I thought of things I had dreamed of and didn’t get around
to doing.  Things I felt I should do even now and didn’t know if there was still yet time or energy.  And other things mightily hoped for.

I fought back the tears that wanted to steal my resolve to be strong.  I thought of the many things I had to be thankful about.  I especially gathered round me the caring of family and friends who had stood with me through battle after battle.  I thanked God for His steadfastness throughout my life.   Never has He failed me!

This morning, when there was just enough light to find my way around the patio, I went outside to breathe in the new day.  There was a light chill in the air that I found invigorating and I settled in to enjoy the peace of a morning still quiet and still.  Joy flooded my heart as I knew once again that all was well in my world because God is in it and He is in control.

Every day I have a decision to make.  I can decide to live in realization and gratitude of all that I do have, or I can decide to pine over what I do not.  I am resolved to do the first.  I will not let sadness, regret or anxiety take from me the joys that I do have.  I will make the most of every blessing.  I may even trim them with bows and throw on a string of lights!  I will celebrate this day, and all the days given me, and here and there stand on tiptoe as I await miracles still yet to be.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”  Psalm 30:5 (NKJV)