Opus 2014-223: The Morning Dig Out

I am sure you have all been there.

Every normal morning starts the same for me.  I get out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen, start the coffee, visit the water closet for the first session, stumble to my Lazy-Boy and read a chapter in Proverbs.  By that time I am awake enough to realize where my day is going.  On week days that means the ritual of the working class:  Wash, dress, fix, drive. 

Today I became awake enough half way on my journey to realize that I was one car among millions, all jockeying for position.  I was one of the washed masses.  I was a spear carrier in the play of life.  I was a loose wire in the cosmic computer.  I was one Republican vote in California.  We are talking insignificant here.

As I started the feel sorry for myself God had pity on me.  He tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that I had a job and the car showed no indication of breaking down.  Sure I was acting as a full time nurse always on call but I was one of those who had insurance that seemed to be doing its job.  I am healthy enough to help instead of needing help. 

Best of all, as a Christian, I have an assurance of eternal life.  I am reminded:

(Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV)  It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.  They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

The compassion of the Lord has been made new again.  It is morning.  He is here.

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