One Day At A Time


So don’t worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will have its own worries. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

~Matthew 6:34, NCV


Today is a slender bridge with a weight limit; it will not support tomorrows worries and cares.

~D.M. Panton

The first thing I tell a person with a broken heart is this: for the moment, stop thinking long term and live one day at a time and for those in deep trauma, I tell them to live one hour at a time. Perhaps you’ve never been there, I certainly hope not but if you have, you understand what I am saying–you can’t take giant steps in the midst of deep sorrow and grief; you take small baby steps. You break life down to tiny increments; this reduces the stress and the burden of coping. It is the only way you can deal with tragedy or deep disappointment.

Hopefully, you will never need the information above but most of us are bad to worry about tomorrows cares and problems. I heard a story about a “Worry Box.” You take an old shoe box and your write on the side of the box–“Worry Box.” Every time you have an anxious thought about tomorrow you write it down and put it in the worry box. The rule is–once you put it in the box, you can not worry about it anymore. The “Worry Box” doesn’t work if you keep worrying so if you continue to worry, you go back take your worry out of the box. You commit the worry to the box for ten days; then you go back and dig it out. You will discover that 90% of what you worry about never materializes. Case in point: recently I had to have extensive dental work and one of my visits was long and painful. So I am scheduled to go in Monday a week ago and I started worrying about it on Sunday night. They deadened my gums the week before and I didn’t get my feeling back until dark. I don’t mind the shots, I hate the drooling when you try to drink or spit. I’m also bad about biting my tongue or lip. The major problem is you can’t enjoy food or drink. So after worrying about it I get there at 9:00 a.m. and the sweet girl that attended to me {forgot her name} started the process [getting a bridge]. I said, “Aren’t you going to deaden it?” She said, “Not unless it is sensitive and causes you pain.” I said, “get started, I don’t feel a thing.” All that worry for nothing. I was out there in less than an hour and able to eat and drink with the best of them.

I want to thank my prayer warriors. I love what I do and I am thankful God called me to minister to others but in my latter years I get nervous at COLS. In the old days, it was weddings. There was a time when I would have rather had a root canal than do a wedding but now, for some strange reason–I get anxious about Celebration of Life Services. Tension is tiring. When the service was over yesterday, Joe David looked at me and said, “Now you can relax.” I think He and Dian both could see the tension on my face. Stress or no stress, I wanted to do it and I am glad everything went well. I want to thank my prayer partners and the LORD Jesus.

When I got home around 4:30, June said, “You will not be going back to hospitals…they went into lock down since your visit at noon. Even EMT and first responders have a protocol to follow. If I understand correctly and I may not, restaurants without drive through windows will be closed for 15 days. The 15 day thing doesn’t bother me that bad so long as it is just 15 days. I don’t give a flip about school starting back or sports but small business is being hurt and I want to be able to get into nursing homes and hospitals.

The airways are going to be flooded with FACEBOOK preachers. You see it on church signs–services broadcast on FaceBook. What services? I’m going to be in my office by myself and that doesn’t constitute a service to me. Lord willing I will share a message but I can’t share a service. The bad thing is, we will be able to look at the stats. What if we have only four viewers? I have a few that will listen to me just to make sure I don’t use them in an illustration but I aint looking at no comments. That’s the best way I know to get discouraged.

God Bless you and have a great day and weekend. Who knows, since we can’t go anywhere, we might even do a blog on the weekend.

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