One Day At a Time

A few weeks ago I turned 71 and now find myself much more reflective than ever before. Where has the time gone? Did I waste it or use it wisely? Do I even remember how I spent all those years that are now behind me? Prefer to read the rest of the content? Sometimes there's regret for things I didn't do when I had the chance or things I've done that I wish I hadn't. But I can't change the past and I don't want to waste whatever time I have left daydreaming about the future and missing what I have right now. Part of my thinking is because I've been listening to a song called One Day At A Time. One of the lines says "yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never be mine." The fact that today needs to be my focus has made me thankful for so many little things – a comfortable rocker and the ability to sit in it and relax, a warm home, freedom from the stress of having to get to a job or cope with a deadline. But no matter how pleasant my life may be, it's not without anxiety. No one makes it through this life without challenges and heartache. When those days threaten to upset me, I'm reminded of the words of an old hymn, "God has not promised skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; God has not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain. But God has promised strength for the day, rest for the labor, light for the way, grace for the trials, help from above, unfailing kindness, undying love. And that's enough to give me peace, knowing that God has promised one day at a time! Carol