Each
New Day
“I
have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try,
one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind
the morning.”
J.
B. Priestley
Watching
the pinking sky from my porch this morning, I am grateful for a whole
new day. It's the first truly cool morning this summer—about 60 F.
It's not that this day is special. Nothing monumental is likely to
happen. But it is a new start, as is every day that we are blessed to
open our eyes to another sunrise.
I
think of the Syrian refugees coming ashore in Greece, wading in chest deep water to the relative safety of the land. One man drops to his
knees and kisses the rocky beach. Gratitude. Though he hasn't a clue
what is to come for him and his family beyond this single moment, he
is grateful.
Aren't
we all, in some ways, like that refugee? We don't know what this, or
any other day holds. Yet we have the option of trusting or fearing.
Each morning we choose, in that drowsy movement from sleeping to
waking, how we will approach this day. Some of us have more reason
for optimism than others, but the choice between fear and trust is
still ours to make. Gratitude is a good place to start.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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