for me, I never understood the “day by day” concept because I’ve always been a full story all at once kinda person. the sort that’s unable to read a book until I first see the summary. I know I’ll lose a few of you at this, but I’m okay with forgoing the surprise— I want to know. I’ll pick up a faster pace to see a glimpse of the finish line & that’s why sprinting instead of long distance was always more my thing. then life gives you the crossroads, the what-happens-next, and then finally, “the one thing I’m sure of is Christ alone”. what a GIFT. my impulse to sprint is put on pause, because I’ve realized I’m in the wrong race. a marathon it truly is and I either will retrain my ways to adapt or be caught winded as the race continues. rewiring my brain to focus on day-by-day has been a gift. dependency on Christ & circumstances in life that require that to be the focus is a gift. breath is a gift. joys like watching your three run wild in the mountains and embodying freedom is a gift. such things I won’t sprint past.