I woke up and thought, it’s just another day.
A month has slipped into history,
What’s done is done. What’s next is now.
No regrets. One day at a time. Dear Jesus.
Mentally, I flip the daily calendar from yesterday,
Today stared blankly back at me,
If yesterday was important, then what does this day mean to me?
Before I busy up my day with actions I’ve thought to accomplish,
I follow my morning duties, which are much more than grooming.
My morning routine has not fallen, nor slipped, or failed me yet.
But this morning, my thoughts took a turn.
Am I Faithful? Secure? If I needed to change,
Where would I find the time to do so?
Is there space in my life to make me better?
What would I change if change would make a difference?
As I peruse the landscape of life, am I being a difference
To those who don’t have it much better,
Yes, many are just like the poorest around us.
For the moment, I pause because I’m always thinking of others
What about me? If I needed a change, and Lord knows I do,
Is anyone thinking about my needs?
Or do I only do it for myself and not expect help from another?
The result of a newsletter [open if you dare] took me down this path.
A writer I’ve enjoyed for years talked about life after church
On a recent Sunday in New York. He walked 12 blocks to and from,
And on this path, he thought of the world from his point of view.
A result of his writing was based on his experience in God’s House.
It really got me thinking. His experiences are his,
But mine are truly what I live. If life is about Him,
Then what am I doing to change “me,”
So that I can be more like Him?
Does our experience change us?
Do we see the world differently?
Or do we get in our cars, go there and back,
No difference? No change? The same. What gives?
What if we missed the greatest opportunity to
Bless, love, or reach down and help someone else?
Trust me, they are there, always, they are here.
Each of us needs the other. Even on this, just another day.
Each day is uniquely ours. Mine. Yours. Their’s.
Take a moment and consider:
If change is needed, and I’m sure it is,
What is my part in making the change happen?
Change begins with me. But a change I can be!
Yes, it’s still just another day.
1 Kings 17:8-16 NKJV
[To the prophet, the widow, and the Lord, it was Just Another Day.]
Then the word of the LORD came to him, saying,
“Arise, go to Zarephath, which belongs to Sidon, and dwell there.
See, I have commanded a widow there to provide for you.”
So he arose and went to Zarephath.
And when he came to the gate of the city,
indeed a widow was there gathering sticks.
And he called to her and said,
“Please bring me a little water in a cup, that I may drink.”
And as she was going to get it, he called to her and said,
“Please bring me a morsel of bread in your hand.”
So she said,
“As the LORD your God lives, I do not have bread,
only a handful of flour in a bin, and a little oil in a jar;
and see, I am gathering a couple of sticks
that I may go in and prepare it for myself and my son,
that we may eat it, and die.”
And Elijah said to her,
“Do not fear; go and do as you have said,
but make me a small cake from it first,
and bring it to me;
and afterward make some for yourself and your son.
For thus says the LORD God of Israel:
‘The bin of flour shall not be used up,
nor shall the jar of oil run dry,
until the day the LORD sends rain on the earth.’ ”
So she went away and did according to the word of Elijah;
and she and he and her household ate for many days.
The bin of flour was not used up,
nor did the jar of oil run dry,
according to the word of the LORD
which He spoke by Elijah.
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