Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Have you ever said, "There is always tomorrow?" Have you ever hoped today would end and tomorrow would get here just a little quicker? Some days it seems all we can do is hope for a better tomorrow. In the vast scheme of things whatever you may be going through today is but a minute dismal little drop in a gigantic bucket that could hold all the water in all the steams, lakes, rivers and oceans that cover three fourths of this thing we call earth. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow does seem to creep in it's arrival sometime, but it will arrive whether it be spent on this earth, or in the eternal home we arrive at when we leave this earth behind.
Choices made today to regret things that happened today, or things that could have been yesterday, and to contemplate things that may, or may not come to be tomorrow, are poor choices. Live each day taking it to it's very fullest potential. Enjoy the moment, no matter how drab and dismal that particular moment may seem.
Breathe. Feel the air fill your lungs one more time. Open your eyes and see that ray of sunlight shining across the floor that seems to be sinking beneath your feet. Smell the smell of the first drops of Spiring rain falling and settling on that dusty road leading here. Hear the sound of the distant train whistle proclaiming there is always hope of moving farther than where you are now. Taste the salty tear that rolled down your cheek and touched your lip and know God holds each tear you have ever cried.
God gave you that deep cleansing breath that filled your lungs. He provided the ray of sunlight shining in to give you hope of rising from the place you seem to have sunk. He watered that dusty road, settling it's dust with rain to display the newness that is available to wash away old things you have settled for. He opens your ears to hear the distant train whistle to remind you, you do have the power to move on, and to remind you He hasn't moved anywhere. He hasn't, nor will He ever, forsake you. He gave you those salty tears to release pain and hurt deep inside. As He takes your tears to hold, He also takes away your pain.
You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle--are they not in Your book? (Amplified Bible)
I'm leaping and singing in the circle of your love; you saw my pain, you disarmed my tormentors, (THE MESSAGE)