Wasted Days

Today, perhaps the best that I can say is that when I am not mindful of you, you remain mindful of me.

I was lazy and selfish, as if comfort were life’s highest aim. I lounged and I read and I thought very little of anyone but myself, though I am called to do good to everyone whenever the opportunity presents itself. How many opportunities did I miss today?

But Father (which I am blessed to be able to call you still) you are not like me. You are constantly mindful of all those other than yourself, filling their lives with blessings and planting signposts to greater blessings still.

I am sorry for this day; and thank you for using it to your advantage despite me. Looking forward to tomorrow, I think that Emerson might say it best:

"I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant."