Most mornings I’m up around daylight and there’s just something about those few minutes when the dawn is overtaking the darkness. Night is ending. Day is breaking. A new day is beginning!
No matter what our plans are, we never know what a day holds. I remember several months ago when Vince called to tell me about the Brownwood, TX job. While I knew that sooner rather than later we’d be going somewhere, it just threw everything into a spin and you know what’s happened since I shared the news about the move.
As we arrived in Joplin yesterday just after daybreak and I got out of the car at the surgery center and looked out over the horizon, I thought back to the morning of May 22. Everyone in the area knew there was a good chance of severe weather that day but no one expected what happened and so very many lives, even the landscape and future of the City of Joplin was changed. It will be rebuilt better and stronger but it will never be the same.
Off in the distances from the surgery center where Chad was being treated, is St. John’s. Battered and closed due to the tornado, to be torn completely down and a new hospital built in its place, you know the patients who were being treated there on May 22, as well as the employees and those visiting, never dreamed the hospital would be in the direct path of an F-5 tornado.
It’s almost comical when I really think about it .. no amount of planning we can do guarantees the outcome of anything — our day, our career, our vacation, our children! I’m a big planner and I think we do need to plan but we also need to realize that plans change and monkey wrenches are thrown in . . maybe a tornado, an illness, an accident, a job loss . . I don’t think we even realize how flexible we truly are. We roll with the punches, we keep our chins up, we keep on keeping on.
The more I think about it, the more excited I am to see what each new day holds. It’s early in the morning, just as the sun is chasing away the darkness when I’m often sitting on my back porch with anticipation. In what seems like just a few hours, darkness will again overtake the daylight and this day will be gone. Did my plans for the day come to fruition? Did my day take a totally different path from what I intended it to take? I believe that God has a plan for my day . . today, tomorrow, the next day. I watch the lights in neighboring homes come on, knowing those folks are stirring, waiting to see what their day brings; I hear car doors slam down the street and I know some are leaving for work, wondering what their day will bring. I will bring my laptop back into the house and get started with my day, and see what my day brings. A house to rent, a house to buy, a good day or a bad day for Chad after his tonsillectomy . . and who knows what else.
Life is pretty amazing and I’m so glad for the life I have.