Just One Day at a Time

I have written about Billie Bates before, but here is an experience involving her again. One of the things that she did for me was to give me voice lessons. Mowing her lawn turned into a fantastic payday. She taught me to read, took me to the opera, ballets, plays, musicals, and taught me to sing (somewhat).

One of the songs she taught me was “Just One Day at a Time.” This song held some very important lessons for me throughout my life.

The Lord is teaching me how to live just one day at a time.
This peace I know is enough reward just one day at a time.
May every day be a work of art in which I may play my humble part.
I pray for an understanding heart just one day at a time.

I’m not sure of the exact words, but the words above are the main gist of the song.

I have been sick for the last four days while Joy was out of town. Yesterday I finally went to the doctor, and he gave me a prescription for cough medication, an antibiotic, and an inhaler to open up my bronchial tubes. I took the cough medicine and the antibiotic, then the inhaler. My coughing had been really bad, and my back, ribs, and stomach were in pain every time I coughed. Then Joy called me and we talked for a few moments, and then I laid down.

I wasn’t able to sleep, but I was able to lay there and feel the pain from my body slowly leave. The cough syrup that he gave me had codeine in it and it seemed to work well. The medicine kept me from coughing and relieved that pain from my body. All of the small, medium and large pains eventually left me. By 10:00 p.m. all the pain was gone. It was a fine feeling to have. I didn’t sleep much at all last night, but spent most of it awake, enjoying the release from the pain. This morning at about 5:30 a.m. the pain, the little ones, medium and large ones were coming back. How wonderfully marvelous that each pain was able to find its own little space.

I am finding my own place in life just one day at a time.

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