There are days – weeks sometimes – when life is rushing at
me faster than I care to admit. When I
can barely get a handle on my to-do list, my responsibilities, or my
relationships.
I used to think that I was good at multi-tasking. Not sure if that skill was lost along with my
slim figure and cheery disposition, or if I ever had it all. These days, though, more than one thing at a
time feels like sensory-overload and makes me want to hide in a dark closet.
But then there is that rare event; the every-once-in-a-while, when I get a quiet
moment. One has found me now. An unexpected gift from Father Time. Minutes for reflection. An opportunity to think about starting over.
As a teacher, I always loved the “new-day concept.” I loved trying new things with my students. Crawling outside the box to look around and
see if there was a new way to approach an old topic or skill. If it didn’t go well, I always took comfort
in the fact that tomorrow was a new day, and we would try again.
My new-day mentality stays with me and follows me into all
corners of my life. This attitude is
especially helpful in marriage and parenting.
But works for housekeeping and money management as well. As long as one or both of us is employed, I
have an opportunity next week to do a better job allocating funds or saving
cash. As long as my husband is committed
to our marriage, I get a new chance to say the right thing and be a supportive
wife. My kids aren’t going anywhere, the
laundry is NOT folding itself, and the dishes don’t hold much of a grudge. Tomorrow is a new day.
Sometimes Satan stealthily sweeps my little tool under the
carpet. In those 85-mph moments when I
can barely see straight, it’s easy to forget about the new-day. It’s in those moments, that I feel like I’m
drowning. Like there is no way to escape
all the mistakes I’ve made. Like there
is no life raft.
But there is. There
is a life raft. If I can get a moment or
two of deep breathing, I can see a second chance waiting for me. Christ offers it all the time, 24 hours a day
– you don’t even have to wait till tomorrow!
“Let me try that again” doesn’t exist without forgiveness; or grace; or
mercy. Why should you get a second
chance? And a third and a fourth? You shouldn’t. Neither should I. We have not earned it.
But Christ offers it to us anyway. It makes life livable. It gives joy and purpose and relief. It offers real potential for marriage and families
and friendships. It is what every day
hinges on.
At least in my life.
So I’m going to take my second-chance now, thank you very
much. When I slide it off its hook where
it hangs under the cross, there is another one waiting behind it. And another and another. I will do the best I can with the one I am
given. But I know that I am loved apart
from that. And I can return to find more
love, and more second chances, whenever I need them. Thank you, God.
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