I am so grateful for each new day that opens up before me. There is something appealing about a new year, a new season, a new day. The old passes making way for the new. After a night’s sleep, our souls and bodies are rested and we wake up to a new adventure called Today.
I could go off on several tangents here>>
- God providing manna for only one day at a time
- His admonishment to not let the sun go down on our anger
- The fresh, quietude of the morning
- “I walk in the garden alone; while the dew is still on the roses”
- My project management style of dividing the whole into smaller action items
- Starting the day with a victory of sorts (eg conquering laziness by exercising)
- the distinct renewal of purposeful living
In his book on Prayer, Andrew Murray says this:
Broken small and divided into fragments, he (sic, man) can bear them; only the care and the work of each day have to be undertaken-the day’s portion in its day. The rest of the night fits him for making a fresh start with each new morning; the mistakes of the past can be avoided, its lessons improved. And he has only each day to be faithful for the one short day, and long years and a long life take care of themselves without the sense of their length or their weight ever being a burden.
I am grateful for God’s design of day and night. Rest. Soul peace. Abiding day by day.
Jesus keeps me now.