I am sure you have all been there.
Every normal morning starts the same for me. I get out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen, start the coffee, visit the water closet for the first session, stumble to my Lazy-Boy and read a chapter in Proverbs. By that time I am awake enough to realize where my day is going. On week days that means the ritual of the working class: Wash, dress, fix, drive.
Today I became awake enough half way on my journey to realize that I was one car among millions, all jockeying for position. I was one of the washed masses. I was a spear carrier in the play of life. I was a loose wire in the cosmic computer. I was one Republican vote in California. We are talking insignificant here.
As I started the feel sorry for myself God had pity on me. He tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that I had a job and the car showed no indication of breaking down. Sure I was acting as a full time nurse always on call but I was one of those who had insurance that seemed to be doing its job. I am healthy enough to help instead of needing help.
Best of all, as a Christian, I have an assurance of eternal life. I am reminded:
(Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV) It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
The compassion of the Lord has been made new again. It is morning. He is here.
homo unius libri
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