A day in the life. What does it look like?
A day in life might be one where you’re consumed by the hustle of accomplishing all the items overloading your ever-growing to-do list. Or a day in life may be one of quiet solitude with nothing pressing you forward.
A day in life may prove so over flowing with joy and happiness that you think you might burst from the elation of it all. Or a day may drown you in the depths of sorrow and pain and you feel like you’ll never break the surface of the sadness ocean that threatens to overwhelm you.
We are each given a new day every morning upon awakening. A day that can be thrilling or trying. Full of zest and zeal or full of trial and tribulation. And as each day is lived and evening descends to envelop us with night hour darkness, we trudge wearily to our places of rest, shed the concerns or high points of the day, and close our eyes for a time of restoration. If we’re lucky, we spend several hours resting our bodies and minds. If not, the night looms lengthy ahead of us.
But one thing is certain. We expect the dawn.
And we take it for granted. At least I know that I do. If truth be known, I take far too many aspects of my life for granted and I’m ashamed of being ungrateful.
I’ve recorded my insights, thoughts, and occasions, my ups and downs, my joys and sorrows here in this blog for four and a half years. And forgive me for this, but I’ve even taken my blog and you, my readers, for granted.
I’ve expected that each dawn when a new day rises, I’ll have words to commit to a blog post or a photograph to display. And I’ve expected that you will view my posts, maybe even press that ‘like’ button or better yet, leave a comment.
I feed off of your kindness and your gracious comments and also from the statistics that show how many folks have clicked on my blog post for the day or who liked my status on Facebook. And you know what? I’m just feeding my already over-inflated ego. Yep, it’s all about me and I feel like I’m too busy promoting…myself.
And it’s time for that to stop. Because it truly isn’t about me and the days of my life. It’s about who I believe in, trust in, and turn to when I think I’ve lost my way. The very One who gave me this life that I live and take so very much for granted.
The One who reveals Himself everywhere I look and for whom this verse (vs 8) in Psalm 65 was written: “The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”
I truly am grateful for you, my faithful readers, and with hope and sincerity I invite you to join me on a journey during the month of November. Something will be different. Nothing drastic, just a change and hopefully, a change in me as I reveal things that have been on my heart the last few weeks.
Beginning November 1, as each new day dawns, I still will share either my words or pictures with you but some posts may be shorter than normal, just photographs may appear on days other than Wordless Wednesdays, and my usual posting schedule (T, W, TH) will be altered so even on weekends you may find something to ponder from Mama’s Empty Nest.
“There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.” ~Jean-Paul Sartre