A brand new day is acknowledgement from the Father that you aren’t finished yet. No matter how tired you feel. No matter how defeated. I’ve felt pretty out of touch lately. Depressed, tired, worn-down. And yet, I have a new day ahead of me. Breath in my lungs. And that truly is a perfect gift.
I’m going to end this post by sharing the entirety of the Emerson poem I quoted in the graphic. It should become my daily meditation for a little while I think.
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson