One More Day

I wrote this two days ago ... the day before Morgan's birthday...

Morgan was so excited this morning … she came running down the stairs ‘tomorrow is my birthday!’ “I know”, I told her.

And then I thought … thirteen years ago at that moment, I didn’t know. I’d been in the hospital for almost a week waiting. One more day. One more day. One more day. The goal was to find that moment where keeping my blood pressure down and giving Morgan more time for her lungs to develop collided. That moment would come the next evening.

This year, I made that comment as well – but for a very different reason. This year, mom is very sick, her emphazema is worse, and although I don’t have the rule book, we keep looking for ‘one more day’.

What a difference one more day can make. Thirteen years ago, ‘one more day’ put the most wonderful gift God could give in my arms. One more day brought the welcome sound of screaming lungs from a tiny little baby … a baby we weren’t sure had lungs strong enough to survive. How ironic that today we wait one more day hoping that a very different set of lungs is strong enough to survive one more day.

We all assume that we have one more day. One day we’ll be wrong. Quite often we say ‘I’ll do it tomorrow, or I’ll tell them tomorrow.’ Make sure … especially through this Christmas season … that you say what you need to - and do what you need to … today. As you go about the Christmas season, make sure that you are living your life in such a way that when there isn’t ‘one more day’, there will be no regrets.

We know that Jesus is coming back ‘one day’. We assume that it isn’t today. One day, we’ll be wrong about that, too!