Tomorrow Is Another One

We’ve been reading One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish a lot lately. I mean, every-night-a-couple-of-times a lot. To keep myself sane, I like to see how fast I can read it without tripping over the words, or read it in a British accent. Sometimes I try to make up a tune and sing it, but Jonathan usually puts a stop to that pretty quickly: “No singing, Mom. Just read.” (When Harper was this age, I used to read some of her storybooks as if they were beat poetry. She never really caught on.)This morning, I found Jonathan in bed looking at a different book but muttering him to himself, “If you like to go bump bump, just jump on the hump of the Wump of Gump.”

One Fish Two Fish is full of wonderfully Seussean nonsense, but my favorite is the last page. Not the “It is time for sleep” part (though I’m all in favor of sleep, for anybody in this house) but this:

Today is gone. Today was fun.
Tomorrow is another one.
Every day,
from here to there,
funny things are everywhere.
I’m always reminded of a prayer from the New Zealand prayer book, which was given to me by a friend and which I turn to often. It’s an evening prayer, used for bedtime or the close of day. I love these words:
It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done, what has not been done has not been done.
Let it be.
The night heralds the dawn.
Let us look expectantly to a new day, new joys, new possibilities.
Aren’t those two different ways of saying the same thing?
Funny things are everywhere, and God’s faithfulness is new every morning.


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