The Difference A Day Makes

My eyes pricked with tears.

I sang the doxology aloud by myself in the stillness of my empty home, save the cats and dog who eyed me in curiosity.

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”

Yesterday was a lonely day.

It crept in upon me incrementally as the day waned and evening descended.

Today, I asked the angels to sing with me.

Yesterday, I believed I had to do it alone. All of it. Every little thing.

Carrying the worries of finances, family, sickness, misery, and death.

Today, I know I’m not alone.

The angel of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him,

And delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good;

Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!

Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints!

Psalm 34:7-9

There is no want to those who fear Him. Whatever season you are in … raising children, those children grown and gone, whether divorced, widowed, or just momentarily feeling lost and friendless, know this: God is ever-present and does not leave you. No matter what your feelings are telling you.

Yesterday, I was too discouraged and destitute in spirit to cry.

Today, He dried my tears.

For thus says the High and Lofty One
Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy:
“I dwell in the high and holy place,
With him who has a contrite and humble spirit,
To revive the spirit of the humble,
And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

Isaiah 57:15

Most of our battles happen in our mind. Being cognizant daily, knowing that you know that you know … that God is there and planting the Word into our lives, gives us a treasure or “living water” to pull from when the days of feeling lost, or abandoned, or alone, or desperate hit.

For they will come, such things are common to man.

Dig a well. Light a lamp. Erect a lighthouse.

For yourself.

Or perhaps future generations who will one day look back on your life, your journals, your legacy, and be guided by the trail of breadcrumbs you left behind.

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