I have had a long day and I feel that it is just beginning. Perhaps much that will be, will be soon, and thus end the length of the long day. It may be that today will continue for many years, maybe today will be one thousand years. I don’t know. Why must we go through long days if not to see that they are not really long days and all days are equal. In the midst of the days are the things that make days long and short, wax and wane, and that make days vanish or remain.

What comes in the future will be guided by Divine Providence and that gives one hope. Hope for tomorrow, knowing that tomorrow is another day in the hands of Almighty God. How I tire of this life and all of its groaning in eager expectation of redemption. Redemption which has already begun and, in which, one day corruptible will put on incorruptible. That’s the long and short of it.

Good day.