This week our little 3 year old learned a new phrase and has been repeating it multiple times a day, as 3 year olds tend to do.
"Tomorrow is a new day, Mommy!" and he smiles sweetly and runs off to play.
I wish I knew what his little mind was dwelling on so deeply; but I'm realizing that maybe I do need that reminder throughout the day.
When my to-do list goes unfinished.
When I've lost my patience and life feels overwhelming.
When I declare, "I just can't!"
Tomorrow is a new day. A fresh start, a new beginning. I may not be able to take back those words I shouldn't have said, but it is never too late to say I'm sorry. Never too late to try harder. Never too late to change.
Because every new day is full of purpose. It is when I forget that, that my days just blend together. A blur of chores that are never really done, children who are always hungry, or fighting, or just so bored. A marriage that so easily fades to the back of the list because life is just plain busy.
But tomorrow, I have a new day. A day to choose joy and to laugh and play with my kids. To kiss my husband like I mean it. To serve my family out of love, not obligation. A day to write that letter, to call that old friend. To allow myself to slow down and drink that cup of coffee while it is still hot. To read that book or pick up my paintbrushes again.
Tomorrow is a new day to choose forgiveness. To let go. To hold onto hope when there is nothing else.
Because if we've been given tomorrow, our story isn't over yet.
