Seeking Peace in All Things

Sometimes it isn’t a good thing, when I think. This time, it was. I was remembering milestones in my life. I was remembering how it felt to graduate high school, marry, to have children, to watch them grow and graduate themselves, to watch them marry…
I can remember a time when I would simply look at all these things and pick out the one I was most proud of. How before I had children, although I love my husband dearly, I was most excited that I had graduated. He was not in the least excited that I thought graduation was more of a milestone than marrying him, but I did not mean it the way he took it. I simply thought of the hours and hours of grueling work put into all those papers and tests. It was really the last place on earth I would have liked to have been, but I stuck it out and got through it. It truly was a milestone.
No, it’s not that way anymore. I take them all in a lump sum. Life is too precious not to love every day for what it is. Each day is a milestone in itself. I will never see today again, but the things I did in this day may follow me for the rest of my life. I am only ordinary, no saint, but if I try hard, perhaps I might make the world better for one soul, if I try hard enough. That is about the greatest milestone anyone could ask of their life. I look hopefully each morning to the day ahead and ask my Creator if I am able to help someone in this day to please bring them my way. Most days are pretty plain, but hopefully even in those days I make some impression of trying.
It really doesn’t matter if I do or not. It matters that I tried. It matters that I care enough to try.
It matters that I believe that tomorrow will be my greatest milestone yet.