One Day at a Time

One Day At A Time-One morning, I was listening to the song "One Day At A
Time" and it struck me that that is how I have to live out life in my
present circumstances. Much as I would like, I know that I can't live either
in the past or the future. All I have is today, such as it is.

I know that it is totally futile to dwell on the past. The past is just
that-past. Every so often, I will start thinking about something stupid that
I  did years ago and I start to feel bad. At those times, I have to reign my
thoughts in and remind myself that it is pretty silly to let something that
happened years ago upset me. It just as silly for me to start thinking about
how long that I been in this condition and all that I have missed out on.
Invariably, I just make myself depressed. Sometimes, I do indulge in
pleasant memories from the past. It helps to pass time and I am usually not
depressed when I am having pleasant memories. However, I know that that they
are just memories and are not going to help me cope with my day-to-day life
now. I need God for that. Sometimes, I will think about somebody that I
haven't seen or thought about in years. That may be the positive aspect of
thinking about the past as I believe that it is the Holy Spirit calling me
to pray for them.

However, I know that it is just as futile to always be speculating on the
future. What is going to happen, is going happen. If I start thinking
about all
the long, lonely, dreary years that may still be ahead of me, I only depress
myself. Even if I allow myself to look ahead to the next days and see
nothing but the same thing day after day, I start to despond. The one
positive thing about thinking about the future is that I dream a lot about
when, where and how my healing will take place. Especially the look on
people's faces! Even though I know that my healing will probably be nothing
like my dreams, the dreams help to keep up my hopes.

So I meander through my present life, one day at a time. Sometimes just a
few hours a time. Except for Sundays, I kind of divide my days into three
increments to be gotten through. Mornings using my computer, afternoons
resting in bed and evenings watching tv. Each day seems like a million hours
but, somehow, they go by. 31+ years, in fact. I sometimes wonder how I have
been able to hold on so long but I know that it is nothing but the grace of
God.

I suppose that the the old adage "one day at a time" is, or should be, true
for everybody. I certainly know that it is for me!