THOUSANDS of
days make their way through the experience of our existence.
We are ever
impacted by our days. Through our days here on earth we are ensconced to live
life whether we wish to or not. There are many days when we would honestly
determine not to be here. But there is also a nudge at this time from a
presence somewhere deep inside us that we are not taking everything into
account.
Sometime later
all is well. We may well wonder, as in a mystery, what all the fuss was about.
Don’t worry, the same cycles are destined to repeat themselves, time after
time. We won’t miss a thing — more, in some ways, is the pity.
Some days are
disastrous. What starts out well deteriorates in a flash of news or what starts
out poorly does not improve. Sometimes bad days follow sad ones. Sometimes our
anger flares up and we wonder in reflection where it came from — there’s an
unacknowledged sadness deeper beneath.
***
Whatever lurks
darker down is a remnant of that which craves the Day of Delight, and there can
be only one of that type.
It is a thing we
all look forward to eagerly, yet we still so ardently hunger for more in this
life.
The sadness in
our days of disaster reminds us that we are not there yet — our foibles,
follies and failures, the angst that others give us, the pain of enduring what
we cannot deny we hate — all these things — propel us to imagine a better
reality. We cannot help to hope for something better; that which is just over
the horizon.
So where does
this leave us?
We have the
disaster in the day with which to contend with; to make something worthwhile
out of something downright destructive. It seems an impossibility. But we awaken
the day following resolved to do better, despite what we feel. We must fight
and we do. Destiny is in our hands.
Days of disaster
neither characterise us as reprobate nor do they commend us to despair. They
merely remind us that we are human and capable of great wrongs. That is not the
end game.
Being gentle
with ourselves in the midst of a day of disaster is all we can do and it is all
we need to do. What is maddening cannot be understood, rationalised with or
reconciled. We tie it off, say our sorry stories with authentic tenacity, and
we go on trying our best again tomorrow. It is the best we can do.
***
Crushed by the
day of disaster we praise God that we have a Day of Delight ahead. But God is
even better in that he gives us a hope for delight even in this life; the
concept of tomorrow.
A Trickling Thought: Tomorrow is hope when today we can’t cope.
***
Tomorrow is a thought to borrow,
It commends us to joy beyond sorrow,
And if tomorrow won’t lend,
God will extend,
Have hope and
look forward to tomorrow.
© 2015 Steve
Wickham.
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