One Day at a Time
One day at a time,
with its failures and fears,
With its hurts and mistakes,
with its weakness and tears,
With its portion of pain
and its burden of care;
One day at a time we must
meet and must bear.
One day at a time to be
patient and strong;
To be calm under trial and
sweet under wrong;
Then its toiling shall pass and its
sorrow shall cease;
It shall darken and die, and the
night shall bring peace
One day at a time -- but the
day is so long,
And the heart is not brave, and the
soul is not strong,
O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou
near all the way;
Give courage and patience and
strength for the day.
Swift cometh His answer,
so clear and so sweet;
"Yea, I will be with thee;
thy troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor
fail thee, nor grieve;
I will not forsake thee; I
never will leave."
Not yesterday's load we are
called on to bear,
Not the morrow's uncertain
and shadowy care;
Why should we look forward
or back with dismay?
Our needs, as our mercies,
are but for the day.
One day at a time, and the
day is His day;
He hath numbered its hours,
though they haste or delay.
His grace is sufficient; we
walk not alone;
As the day, so the strength
that He giveth His own.
Annie Johnson Flint
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
(Psalm 73:26)
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
(2 Corinthians 4:16)
O LORD, be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress.
(Isaiah 33:2)
"My grace is sufficient for you."
2 Corinthians 12:9)
"Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."
(Hebrews 13:5)
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
(1 Peter 5:10)
Dearest Redneck Son,
I'm writing this real slow, because I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your Dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address because the last Mississippi family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure it works so well, though. Last week I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven't seen them since.
The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days, and the second time for four days. About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy-Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we had to cut them off. You can find them in the pockets.
Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your Pa out. Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle. It's the dangdest thing, but the baby looks just like your brother.
Uncle Bobby-Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated; he burned for three days. Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Bubba was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends, Cletus and Buford, were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down. There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened.
Your favorite Aunt,
Mom.
Author Unknown
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