In just one day…

This morning I woke reminded that His mercies are new every morning.  Somehow, mine weren’t.  Somethings happen in my life that are hard to let go of.  I say that I forgive, and I truly beleive it when I forgive.  Then I wake up the next day and it is still there. I try to forgive again, and yet I somehow lose it again.  We should all be so glad that I am not God. 

Then love breaks in and I experience the beauty of life in ways I dreamed about, but for so long never lived.  Then in an hour, a fire in our complex brings back the reality that we are intimately impacted by those around us.  There was little warning, except the voice of my little girl over the last few weeks asking us to pray against a fire.  The complication was that a large water leak caused them to shut off the water for our complex this morning, an extra ten minutes of flames can have a large impact.  Peggy, a neighbor had just left when she got the call that her apartment was being flooded as they tried to put out the fire in her upstairs neighbor’s house.   

We asked a few neighbors to help pitch in and the largest donation came from a Muslim neighbor.  Overwhelmed by the gifts, Peggy was off to buy socks, underwear, and toothbrushes. 

Maybe to top it off, or maybe just another one of those days, when the water was finally turned back on, our bathroom and bedroom flooded.  We should be dry in a few days.  Today in class we pondered the value of work.  Work that doesn’t entail seeing someone made whole, repaired or “ministered to”, the common work that most of us do.  A guy showed up at our house and cleaned up the mess.  Today, his work was sacred to us.  He may go home tired and feeling somewhat less than adequate, not being a missionary or a pastor, but he was my hero today. 

The scriptures tell us not to count on tomorrow.  It also tells us that we are to work as if unto God, no matter what we are doing. 

Can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds.