Some days I have to remind myself, ‘There’s always tomorrow.’
Those days when I’m cranky and sleepy and worn ragged and I just have to slow down and not take myself too seriously; I just have to make a list and do the essential things, enjoy the little things, chill out, give thanks, read a book, rejoice-in-the-Lord-always, give thanks again, and go to bed at a sensible time.
For God of course, there’s always tomorrow. And until he says so, for me also, there’s always tomorrow.
Until all our tomorrows are summed up, all their sorrows swallowed up in the Great and Final Tomorrow, which shall never end, but shall be the end of all our tomorrows, a ceaseless Now in which we live perpetually in the moment, eternally in the present, never again to be dogged by our past or robbed of our future.
Until then: there’s always tomorrow.
Ben David Trigg 