A New Year’s Day afternoon walk renewed my commitment to make each day count. The sun was setting, turning our mountains a warm red-gold. I thought about the gifts of the year-gone-by. I gave thanks for health, for the ability to walk along the irrigation ditches and finished cotton fields.
On the first day of the new year I suppose it is only natural to feel some ambivalence. Mixed in with the sense of newness and possibility there is also an awareness of all the unexpected that happened in the year behind. The deaths of my brother-in-law Skip in March and of Sister Ann in November were not imaginable at this time last year. Life is so fragile.
As I walked I thought about “new year’s resolutions” and could come up with only one: To make each day count by loving what I have. I resolve to not waste a second by wishing things were different, by grasping for “more stuff”, by worrying about things that are beyond anyone’s control. Included in this resolution is to take time to appreciate the gift of each day- even its challenges- to live with eyes and arms wide-open.
I find comfort in a phrase I learned from my friend, Fr. Bill: “The veil that hides the future is woven by the hand of mercy.” Comforting, too, the words of the prologue of John’s Gospel: “From God’s fullness we have all received- grace upon grace.” (Jn. 1:16) We have everything we need to meet the coming year. Make each day count.