It was just one of those days, you know, when your soul is pulled in so many directions you don’t quite know where you stand, where you belong or if you even belong any place. And when this happens, I can be so very quiet at times, and at other times, I will speak before I think. So the words, they just came out of my mouth without any filter.
As I tossed and turned in bed that night, I thought about those legs, and I dreaded where they would take these words of mine. But I also thought about how tomorrow was a new day, and I could try to make things right, ask for forgiveness, start fresh. And I smiled, pleased with my plan. Took a deep breath and decided to fall asleep.
My mind kept my body from relaxing into the night’s peacefulness. “You might not have tomorrow,” it said.
By the grace of God, I did have tomorrow. And I made things as right as I could, but the words, they still hung in the air for years. Not days, not weeks. Years. But that same grace made a way, and as we grew in maturity and love, we chose to wrap ourselves in mercy and the friendship survived. I am eternally thankful for mercy.
We may not have tomorrow. Let’s do today right. Every little bit of it. And if we mess up, let’s fix it today. Because we just may not have tomorrow.
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