One Day At a Time

My friend got married last weekend.



They're on they're honeymoon now - the very first chapter of married life.  It's so strange to think of that chapter now.



I mean, by some people's standards we're still newly-weds... only 5 years in.  But for Daniel and me a lot has changed since our wedding day.



We know each other so much better now than we did then.  We're more tired now, but I think we laugh more, too.  We're more at ease together, and I appreciate him so much more now than I did when we were first married.  He told me the other day that I'm "a person of substance" - and I think the same about him.



I had a lot of reservations about getting married.  Sometimes I catch myself waiting for the other shoe to drop--for the really hard part to begin.



And then I remind myself, "one day at a time."  That God's grace will be sufficient for me if/when that hard part comes.  That I wasn't made to live in fear of it, as if it were already a reality; that I wasn't made to live it day after day in anticipation, and then finally to experience it in the present and then in haunted memories of the past.  There are days when I literally have to repeat to myself, "One day at a time.  Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough troubles of its own."

 

I have some ideas of where this fear comes from, but it's still there--regardless of whether I understand its origin.  "One day at a time" is not merely a phrase I repeat as a coping mechanism; it's more of a reminder to me that God is enough--no matter what lies ahead--but for goodness' sake, stay in the present.