Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in his wonderful face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace. HELEN H. LEMMEL 1922
Follow the link above for the full lyrics. Tonight ends one of the days when I am tired, I should go to bed and call it a “done” day, but I am resisting because I need reassurance that the sadness which I feel, the disappointment which envelopes me, the fears which intimidate me are not the last thoughts that I will have should tonight bring my final breath in this life. We septuagenarians consider these things, we don’t take another tomorrow for granted. Just as my financial affairs are in order, my final life directives are written and my best friends know I love them, it is also important that spiritual concerns are addressed – every night.
Remember our bedtime prayer when we were kids:
Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake; I pray the Lord my soul to take.
The day went well; it was productive. I kept an appointment, exercised, read a few chapters, did the daily chores consisting of sweeping the floors, washing the dishes, and cleaning out the litter boxes. Nothing of a negative nature happened. But, tonight I enter the late hours of the day feeling detached and subdued, lonely and unimportant.
“The things of earth” annoy me, challenge me, make me angry. My primary response is to cocoon into a safer, more comfortable world. I’m tired. I want to take my old-fashioned ideals and my sense of decency far away into a land where butterflies flit and hummingbirds hum in carefree abandon, a land where the only chore for the day is sniffing the roses in the garden. I’m tired.