I heard it drift out of a conversation as I passed by. “It’s
just one thing after another.”
So true.
I turned to see the speaker. Tears coursed down her cheeks.
One after another.
I thought of Romans. “Suffering produces perseverance, perseverance,
character, and character hope.”
But, sometimes, we just need to catch our breath.
So, God sends a day, an ordinary day, and makes it
extraordinary.
It began as being a witness to the act that changes
everything. She laid it all down, and arose changed, transformed, renewed, and
any other descriptive you can think of that means she ain’t carrying that stuff
around anymore. Eternal destiny confirmed.
Can you say joy?
And then we traveled to a place where our daughter does an
internship. A garden of Eden-like place without the snake. A Greek revival house and
an organic garden that stretches for acres.
Sunflowers ten feet tall reached for the sky.
Day lilies lined vegetable beds.
Garden paths meandered.
We meandered breathing in the beauty.
One thing after another melted in the hot Georgia sun.
We left, rolled down the windows of the car, and let the
wind blow as cow pastures and horse farms and waving grass fields rolled by.
It is one thing after another. But we string together
amazing days, view them side by side, and remember in the midst of heartache,
or sickness, or finances crumbling, that there is more amazing out there. Even
in the one thing after another days, we get glimpses of beauty.
We persevere.
That our character may be formed.
So we get to the hope.
One thing.
After another.