Three Days in a Week
There are two days of the week upon which I never worry: two carefree days! Yes, two days kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is yesterday with all its cares and frets, all its pains and aches that have passed forever beyond reach of my recall. I cannot undo an act that I have wrought or unsay a word that I have said. All that it holds of my life’s joys, regrets or sorrows is in the hands of mighty love that can bring honey out of rock and sweet waters out of the barren desert. This is the love that can make all things right; that can turn weeping into laughter; that can give beauty for ashes, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, the joy of the morning for the woe of the night. Save for the beautiful memories, sweet and tender that linger like perfume of roses in the heart of the day that is gone, I have nothing to do with yesterday. It was mine; now it is God’s.
The other day about which I do not worry is tomorrow. Tomorrow with all its possible adversities, burdens, perils and failures is as far beyond the reach of my mastery as its dead sister, yesterday! It is a day of God’s. Its sun will rise in rose-coloured splendour behind a mask of weeping clouds. But it will rise and the same love and patience will shine with tender promise as unfailingly as in the past. I have no possession in that unborn day of grace. Everything is in the safe keeping of that infinite love that holds, forever, treasures higher than the skies, deeper than the sea. Tomorrow is God’s day.
I have left for myself but one day of the week, today. If there are cares and burdens to be carried, they will be measured out to me ‘sufficient unto the day’. Almighty love will surround me and a mighty strength sustains me, moment by moment.
It is not the experience of today that drives people mad. It is remorse for something that has happened or fear of what may happen. Yesterday and tomorrow are God’s days. I leave them to Him.
Anonymous (Published in GRACE magazine, Winter 2016, p. 55-56)