There are two days in the week upon which and about which I never worry -- two carefree
days kept sacredly free from fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday.
Yesterday, with its cares and frets and pains and aches, all its faults, its mistakes and
blunders, has passed forever beyond my recall. It was mine; it is God's.
The other day that I do not worry about is Tomorrow. Tomorrow, with all its possible
adversities, its burdens, its perils, its large promise and performance, its failures and
mistakes, is as far beyond my mastery as its dead sister, Yesterday. Tomorrow is God's
day; it will be mine.
There is left, then, for myself but one day in the week - Today. Any man can fight the
battles of today. Any woman can carry the burdens of just one day; any man can resist the
temptation of today. It is only when we willfully add the burdens of these two awful
eternities - Yesterday and Tomorrow - such burdens as only the Mighty God can sustain -
that we break down.
It isn't the experience of Today that drives men mad. It is the remorse of what
happened Yesterday and fear of what Tomorrow might bring. These are God's Days ... Leave
them to Him.
-- Robert J. Burdette