Yesterday was a rainy day in Georgia, with the kind of rhythmic dance upon the roof that prompts you to either take a nap or read a good book.
The calming, constant pitter-patter promoted a healthy ambiance that comforted my soul. Rather than reading or napping, I used the soothing backdrop of tranquility to contemplate my life, fully aware that there are fewer days ahead of me than behind me.
Numbering one’s days may sound morbid to some, but, far from it for me, as a spirit of gratefulness flooded my thoughts.
No surprise, I awoke the next day with a thankful heart, thankful for one more day to live and love. First item of the day was an early doctor’s appointment — a minor malady, nothing urgent. Pondering the thoughts of the day before, I again became grateful for things like the medical care I have received of late and mindful that each new day is but a gift to be unwrapped, whereby I can experience God’s grace and mercy. One more day to live, not in fear, but in joy.
One more day.
A new mantra? A new attitude? A new item on my personal mission statement? All that and more. It occurred to me that while I plan my life as if I will live forever, I need to live each day as if it is my last.
One more day for me to pray.
One more day to follow the WAY.
One more day to serve those in need.
One more day, God’s Word to heed.
One more day to rise and wake.
One more day to plant seeds of faith.
One more day, new mercies to discover.
One more day to encourage one another.
One more day to grow closer to the Lord.
One more day to be in one accord.
One more day to rejoice in saving grace.
One more day to seek God’s face.
One more day to bless a friend or stranger.
One more day to ponder the Babe in the Manger.
One more day to be in awe of God’s creation.
One more day to fire the imagination.
One more day to gladden grandchildren’s hearts.
One more day, true wisdom to impart.
And thanks be to God above,
One more day to live His love.
At my age, I have witnessed too many family and friends — far younger than me — who have passed. One only has to take a walk through a cemetery to be reminded that life is precious and each day should be savored. The fact is that none of us know when today will be our last day.
So I awake each morning fresh with an exciting anticipation and a prayer of praise— thank you Lord, for one more day.
“Beware of looking back at what you once were, when God wants you to become someone you’ve never been.” Oswald Chambers, Author of My Utmost for His Highest.
“You can’t live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you.” John Wooden, UCLA Basketball Coach (1948-1975)