Jesus said, “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself.”
Recently, my husband had an errand to run at the local home repair store. Our daughter stayed with Kevin, allowing me to go along for the ride. While Aaron shopped, I decided to wait in the car and enjoy the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows.
I idly appraised the people who passed by my window: a sharply dressed older man, trendy Bluetooth glued to his left ear; a young man and his very pregnant companion strolling side-by-side; a frazzled, middle-aged woman with a teenager in tow. They varied in size, shape, and color, but they all had one thing in common. No one was smiling.
Granted, running errands doesn’t usually inspire jocularity, but I was surprised to see the same intense look on every face. Although each person was using up his gift of life, no one appeared to be enjoying it. I also have been guilty of the crime of dispassion, too distracted by duty to live in the moment.
I thought of Kevin at home, who has suffered so much he is just thankful to have a day he is healthy. Even then, he spends his days in a wheelchair, his nights on a ventilator. But he is happy to be alive. Most days his room is lit with the contented glow of a truly thankful heart.
I thought of my friend Cindy, who had lost her long battle with cancer. At one of my last visits with her, she lay in a hospital bed, burned from the inside out by chemotherapy. Her lips were cracked and peeling; her gown hung limply on her thin body. But a victorious smile shone triumphantly from her pale face, letting out the Light to fall upon whoever was blessed enough to enter her presence.
People like Kevin and Cindy learned the hard way that life is a precious gift we open each morning. It’s not something to be squandered in straining for that carrot of success or validation that always dangles just beyond our reach.
And life is too fragile and fleeting to waste on bitterness and worry. There’s too much to treasure in our hearts for the day eternity calls. Kevin and Cindy discovered that joy is not about praying for the sunshine; it’s about playing in the rain.
Today is our gift. It’s the only day we truly can possess this side of forever. It may be our only opportunity to build a storehouse of joy to carry into eternity. This is the day to lay aside the grief over what we have lost, to cease striving for what we long to gain, and to simply rejoice in all we have been given. So rejoice.
Go fill your eyes with the colors of a sunset or laugh at the antics of a kitten. Cry at the wonder of a brand-new baby. Anything. Thank God for the patter of the rain on your roof and for the silent praise that springs from every tree and beating heart on this amazing blue planet. Smile. Let the Light out.
What greater thanks can we give to a loving Creator than to relish the treasure of a new dawn and to trust Him to take care of our tomorrows? How could we give Him more honor than to accept His gift of today with gratitude?
What better way could there be, after all, to say, “I believe”?
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by Pam Thorson
Pam was born at the Millington Naval Base outside of Memphis, Tennessee, the first child of a Wisconsin navy seaman and a Southern belle. Her early life was marked by many moves around the country as her father pursued a career in broadcasting. After traveling throughout the deep South and the Pacific Northwest, the family finally settled on the Nimiipuu (Nez Perce) reservation in Idaho. Pam met her wonderful husband during college, set her roots down deep along the banks of the Clearwater River, and happily began a home and family. Pam and Aaron educated all five of their children at home. They began homeschooling in 1982 and graduated their youngest daughter in 2006. Pam and Aaron have been married forty-one years. They have five grown children, two sets of precious in-laws, and two beautiful granddaughters. Pam has long loved to write. She began writing for the local college newspaper and homeschooling group. Later she authored many devotionals for her church and an article for Evangel. In 2008 she wrote Song in the Night, the true account of her son’s injury in Canada, their fight to keep the doctors from pulling the plug, and the subsequent journey back home. Her second book is due for release by Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas in early 2014. In 2000, Pam became certified as a nurses’ aide to care for their injured son. She and her family have operated a certified family home licensed by the state of Idaho since 2000. In 2011, she completed the practical nurse program at Walla Walla Community College and earned her license as an LPN. Her conversion to the Lord Jesus Christ in 1975 set her on a journey with her Savior spanning nearly four decades. Her love for and devotion to life has come from this association with her Creator. Pam adores her husband, her family, and friends. She enjoys her beautiful little log home, good coffee, the sound of the river at night, and just about any kind of Christian music.