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)