When Tomorrow Comes

Some live with great expectations of tomorrow. Others have a pestering dread of tomorrow. What if the sun should shine bright and strong, and what if you're greeted with rain and storm in the morn?

I tend to live one day at a time, like the beats of my heart, one beat at a time. Steadily, consistently, with a rhythm. Ever since I was fearfully and wonderfully formed in my mother's womb, with that first tiny heart beat, it has been keeping time till now.

Will my heart beats go on tomorrow? Only God knows, and I rest content and secure in the knowledge that my Maker knows. That's good enough for me. I treasure each moment of my breath, gifts of life.

True, there are times when I sink into that common depression, that life is tough and not worth living. We've all been through that same path way. We know how it felt with darkness upon our soul. But even in the darkest night, a soothing candle light cheers and warms up a room, so too I find hope in my gloom because God's Word lights my path. In the night, dark fears may prowl and play, but I stay secure because Christ is there. When morning comes I awake with a stretch and a yawn, smile at Jesus, and get on with the day.

The truth is Jesus has always been there - in my past, in my fears, in my tears, through the years. He is there in my tomorrows of joys and sorrows, and He is here beside me now, the Shepherd whom I happily follow.

When tomorrow comes, the Lord is there!

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