In the course of my life he broke my strength;
he cut short my days.
Psalm 102:23 (NLT)
It is early morning as I write this. The rising sun lends a gorgeous pink hue above the tree line. The unseasonably cool temperatures are causing mist to rise off the lake and blow like clouds across the picture window.
It is going to be a beautiful day. I am alive and well. I love and am loved.
I read Psalm 102 and in the lyric I hear the heart struggle of a young man afflicted and terminal. His days are cut short and he doesn’t know why. It could be me, but it’s not. Not today.
I look out once again through the picture window this morning and am reminded that this is the day I have.
I am promised no others.