One More Day

It wasn’t warm, something appeared to be wrong with the radiators in the room. It looked like another job for someone to come out and look at. That should have been the last straw. It would have been if it wasn’t for the article.

In it a middle aged man shared the anxiety, depression and struggles over dealing with a kidney transplant. Before it was done, the diagnosis had been grim and when the transplant happened, it came because his own nephew had to give up one so he could live. Even after the transplant, he still had to come to grips with the consequences. It had a massive impact on him and he pushed away his family because of it with it almost costing him his marriage. From then on, he appreciated the opportunity to live another day.

Reading this in detail and carefully took the sting out of any desire to murmur and complain about short term issues. It didn’t bring heat into the room, but there was access to clothing and warm wrapping to resolve that. It didn’t stop the other issues of life, but it put things once more in perspective.

So much about yesteryear can lead to so much in hopes about the days to come, when all we have just one more day and there’s something to be grateful for in that. Just one more day. It is a precious gift when it starts and it’s a present to reflect on when its over. It’s what we have and it’s all that should make us be grateful. We are not guaranteed anything more and what’s done is done. That’s not an easy conclusion to reach and it’s not always easy to be thankful for what we have as opposed to pining for what we want.

It’s not easy, but it is worth it.

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For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden