This past week, our family went on vacation. We had a wonderful time, but as often seems to be the case, there were numerous days my body chose to rebel. On the drive home, not feeling well, I asked my husband, “Is this how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life?” (Yes, I can be quite melodramatic. 😉 ) Needless to say, such fatalistic thinking did not lead to any improvements. This morning, I received the following blog entry in my email. Thanks, Unshakable Hope for bringing truth into my life today. It’s hard to maintain a pity party when someone dealing with much more difficult circumstances centers their heart and thoughts on Christ. 🙂
At the beginning of this trial, so many people, mostly long-time Christians, would advise me to “Just take one day at a time.” I’m sure that every one of these wise people thought they were the first to give me this sage advice. Of course, I always acted as if they were the first to give me that advice and I politely thanked them. (If you are one of those that offered me this advice 16+ years ago, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that a hundred people already gave me that same advice).
To be honest, even though a hundred people repeated this “Take one day at a time” cliché to me, I really didn’t understand at that time exactly what it meant. Like so many clichés, I think people throw them out to fill dead air space in awkward moments when they have nothing else to say. But…
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