Her alarm was set on early, but stress woke her up long before. She denied her consciousness for sixty-eight minutes, but her thoughts were too loud to ignore. Early risers are things she can’t control, insults she can’t return, and inevitable she can’t slow down. She prays to drown out their voices, though there’s no answer that she’s looking for. She’s the girl watching the sun rise through the slats of her wooden shades, wanting to be comforted.
She thinks, “I just have to make it through this summer.” But she doesn’t know that if she doesn’t find joy in the moments, she’s going to lose these months to a black abyss of needless worry. “D-day” comes no matter what kind of days surround it. Stress and worry won’t make it less stressful, or give less cause for worry. Those who stress are on to nothing. There is no wisdom in fear.
Through the cracks, the sun asks her a question, “Did I not rise today?”
She has been given all that she needs for this one day. Looking at the looming months, this one day is hopeless. It’s worthless. It can be wasted without a single person knowing it’s gone. Looking at this one day by itself, however…it has worth. The sun came up. Today has hope.
“One day at a time…” is her mantra. She’ll do what she can with the one day she’s given.
“What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don’t be afraid of missing out. You’re my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself.”-Luke 12:29-32 MSG