There’s a hymn we sing that begins, “I don’t know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day…” I think that perfectly describes the past few months of our life in the piney woods. Deborah is home after graduating from college in a flurry of fun, activity, and wistful recognition of the end of one phase of life, and the beginning of another. We are enjoying having her home, but know that any day now, circumstances will call her away.
In a similar way, we have enjoyed the fruits of our labor in the garden. Our peach tree had about a dozen peaches on it, which stubbornly refused to grow and ripen until July, when we had just about given up hope. They ripened a few at a time, and there were several glorious mornings where we all had a peach for breakfast. And then they were gone.
In the corner of our porch is a tidy bird’s nest, the temporary home of two groups of baby phoebes. They were so much fun to watch as they grew bigger and bigger! They obviously had very good eyes, because if I came too close to the window, they would sit very still and pretend they weren’t there. And then when it seemed as if they would just burst out of the nest because they had grown so big–one morning they had all flown away.
It’s true that we don’t know about tomorrow, even though we plan and scheme and worry as if we do. Our job is to enjoy today’s pleasures and blessings that God has given us, and do our best to glorify Him today. The song finishes with the one thing we can know–“…but I know who holds my hand!”