Weak days, angry days, and days interspersed with sadness. Then there are days where we cannot get our heads straight; days when our feelings succumb to either annoyance or anxiety.
Then there are days where ‘luck’ abounds; joy seems real and thankfulness abides easily. We see how blessed we are and all along we wonder what all the fuss is about. We wonder why we get so entrapped by frustration and impatience on other days. Suddenly we fear that this joyous day may quickly fold up as quickly as it unfolded.
One day is seasoned in inextricable pain. The next day we feel fine. And then the third day there is boredom or manic fatigue. Life verily is a box of chocolates, as Forest Gump might put it.
As we take one day at a time, and we dissolve that day into an hour, we find we have much more control over our thoughts and feelings when we remind ourselves what God gives us through the capacity of mindfulness.
Any time we like we can psychoanalyse ourselves. We draw away from life, just for a moment, and we wander into the mental and emotional stance. Taking a moment out to reconnect with ourselves – to reconnect with our vital perspective – is the opportunity and appreciation that God is good, overall, and life is good, overall.
None of us will have lives that are 100% satisfactory, but we may choose contentedness as a state of mind and heart anytime we wish. Such is the power of God that we have to repent our will and choose his will. It really is truly very simple.
If we take one day at a time, Petal, we will experience life one day at a time. It’s all we may take of life. It’s all that God will give us. So why do we try to take more?
The terrible day shall pass. The wonderful day is a full day’s length long. We should thank God that our lives are not full of terrible days. We should praise his holy name that there are wonderful days to look forward to.
God is good in that life is relative for each one of us; none of us is as blessed as we wish to be, yet none of us is cursed anywhere near what we deserve.
Some days seem blessed; some seem cursed. We enjoy good days in humility, and we endure, with patience, the tests the bad day brings. Let’s be thankful all days.
© 2014 S. J. Wickham.