Two Golden Days
“Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own cares. Enough for each day are its own troubles.” Matthew 6:34
There are two golden days in the week,
about which, I never worry; two carefree days, kept sacredly free from fear and
apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday;
yesterday, with its cares and frets, all its pains and aches, all its faults,
mistakes and blunders, have passed forever beyond my recall. I cannot undo one act that I wrought; nor
unsay one word that I said. All that it
holds of my life, of regret and sorrow, is in the hands of the Mighty Love that
can bring honey out of the rock and sweetest waters out of the bitterest
desert. Save for the beautiful memories -
sweet and tender - that linger like the perfume of roses in the heart of the
day that is gone, I have nothing to do with Yesterday. It was mine! It is God’s!
The other day that I do not worry about is
Tomorrow; tomorrow, with all its possible
adversities, its burdens and perils, its large promise and poor performance,
its failures and mistakes, is as far beyond my mastery as its dead sister, Yesterday. It is a day of God’s. Its sun
will rise in roseate splendor, or behind a mask of weeping clouds, but it will rise.
Until then, the same Love and Patience
that held Yesterday
holds Tomorrow. Save for the star of hope that gleams forever
on the brow of Tomorrow, shining with
tender promise into the heart of Today, I have no possession in that unborn day
of grace. All else is in the safekeeping
of the Infinite Love that is higher than the stars, wider than the skies,
deeper than the seas. Tomorrow is God’s day! It may be mine!
There is left for me, then, but one day in the week ~ Today. Anyone can fight the battles of Today! Anyone can carry the burdens of just one day; can resist the temptations of one day! O, friends, it is when we willfully add the burdens of those two awful eternities - Yesterday and Tomorrow - such burdens as only the Mighty God can sustain - that we break down. It isn’t the experience of Today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may disclose.
These are God’s days! Leave them with Him!
B. Burdette