Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.
If my family and I are spotted on a flight, we’re sometimes inundated with well-wishers, not-so-well-wishers, and the merely curious in the tight aisles, complicating life for peace-loving travelers. I feel bad about that, so I travel as inconspicuously as possible, but sometimes my annoying voice gives me away.
“More peanuts here in the back of the bus, eh?”
A grizzled old gold miner turned around. Recognition flashed across his face.
“You have a platform and a voice,” he said, handing me a card. His hands were rugged, permanently etched with work ethic, adorned with a roughly hewed gold nugget ring. “People need encouragement to hang in there for the U.S. of A. Tell them this.” He tapped the card.
There are two days in every week about which we shouldn’t worry; two days
kept free from fear and apprehension – Yesterday with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. It’s passed, beyond our control.
And Tomorrow – the sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of
clouds – it will rise, also beyond our control. This leaves only Today. Any man
can fight the battles of just one day. It’s when we add Yesterday’s and
Tomorrow’s burdens that we break down. It’s not the experience of Today that
drives men mad – it’s holding on to days you can’t even control.
Thank you, Mr. Shell. That is gold. I’ll tell them.
Sweet Freedom in Action
Today, take a deep breath and give up your control to God. It was His all along anyway.
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