Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Thinking back to the days, when back in the days the days seemed to move really quickly

As soon as today was it's own, today became yesterday, and yesterday was once tomorrow, as each passed quickly by

Then there were times when back in the days it seemed as if life followed a snails trail

Couldn't wait for the joys of tomorrow, wishing today away, and hoping that it would be yesterday, buried under the togs of a warm duvet cover counting the sheep away

Either there was too much to do with so little time, or so much to look forward to, and wishing there was no time, so that 'tomorrow' would surely come

Wishing life away in the hope of a better tomorrow, or hoping yesterday could relive itself over for a better today

Always wanting what once was or what could be, wanting to sweep away the broken eggshells and wait for the new yolk to hatch

The 'shoulda, woulda, coulda's' and the 'if, buts and only'

And now, now that 'back in the days' is just 'back in the days', what about the here and now?

The here and now will at some point be 'back in the days' itself

Each day as it comes, for today will always be yesterday, and today will always be tomorrow...and today will always be today.

The remembrance of yesterday, the need of today, and the hope of tomorrow.

Simply Him

She closed her eyes and remembered the days when she couldn't give praise for one good thing to Simply Him.

It was dismal and abysmal, wanting more than what was, for Simply Him.

Needing to understand, yet never really grasping understanding when it came.

Joyful pretense in the midst of others, yet tears on a pillow, searching for Simply Him.

A vacant stare, an empty smile.

She opened her eyes and saw a reason to give thanks to Simply Him.

The reason was... absolutely nothing.

Nothing had changed in her situation or circumstance, for all remained the same.

Yet it was not really 'nothing' that had changed, it was absolutely everything.

Her perspective, her stance, her viewpoint, not through her own eyes, but simply through His.

For though she remained in a place where everything remained the same and she didn't have any reason to give praise for anything, she realised that she had every reason to.

Why?

Because she could see through the eyes of Simply Him.

She could now understand that joy or happiness, contentment or whatever names should be given to that one thing that she had sought after was not a need to gain in the physical or material, it was a renewing of the mind and true understanding once connected to the one that was Simply Him.

Simply Him?

Yes...Simply Him drawing one to Him, through love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control.

Love Himself being...

Simply Him.