A new day

According to the clock on my Mac there are 18 minutes left on this Saturday. I can’t wait to welcome a new day. Today was one of those days were nothing tragic or horrible happened so you hate to complain because you feel like you have no right to, plus it’s just not a virtuous habit. But it just wasn’t a fabulous day, because I choose not to make it so. I let myself be consumed with fear and anxiety, instead of clinging to the hope and beauty concerning the ambiguity of life. Why do we worry about things we can’t control anyway? It’s so incredibly pointless. But so hard for me not to, probably because I want to be in control. When all I need to do is let go, and let God take care of my life. Let Him surprise me with His love.

Tomorrow is the feast of Saint Augustine- a Doctor of the Roman Catholic Church. I couldn’t think of a better feast day in order to begin again than his. His life is proof of what our Heavenly Father can do when we respond to His grace. I give thanks for a new opportunity to choose to see beauty, to choose joy when my heart is heavy. To show others the love that God has shown me. It’s going to be a day for the books.

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. – Phil 4: 5-7