What Day is it Again?

Have you ever looked back over an old calendar?  Some of them are like diaries.  Beneath the breathtaking picture of the lighthouse are the boxes--your life in word-sized chunks.  You see them--"Howard's birthday", "Mom & Dad's anniv.", "dentist- Dr. Chew- 11:00", "parent-teacher mtgs.- 4:15", "church picnic- hotdish", "Bible study", "Sherry's shower", "Dr. Dim- test results", "Last day of school!", a sticker to remind you to feed the dog her flea meds, a long squiggly line showing vacation plans, or, a visit from... the in-laws.

Each box is the same size, holding the same number of hours.  Some boxes--could you have written it all down--would not have held the garbage-sized bag of duties that were yours that day.  A word in one box makes you smile at the worry you collected weeks before.  One box has a word you want to forget, but can't.  Some of the blank days are, well...a blank (what did I do on that day?).

What will be penciled in on next year's calendar?  How many boxes do you have left?  Thankfully, that is not our worry.  But in each box--whether full or empty--should be the unwritten words,

                              Sing unto the Lord,

                                   bless His name;

                                        show forth His salvation

                                             from day to day."      Psalm 96:2

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