JUNE 17
A new day rose upon me. It was as if another sun had risen
in the sky; the heavens were indescribably brighter, and the
earth fairer; and that day has gone on brightening to the
present hour.
—ORVILLE DEWEYWhen we are bogged down in heavy grief, can we believe
such a day will ever come? A person recovering from a ser-
ious illness said, “It’s almost worth having been sick, because
I appreciate all over again how wonderful it is to be well.”
It doesn’t happen for a while. But if we are blessed with
good friends and a faith that can help us through the bad
times, then a time will come when we reawaken to the
beauty of life around us as to a new June morning—to a
world of incredible beauty and promise.
If you can’t feel this way yet, stay with your grief. But
keep the promise in mind that one day, having survived the
worst, you will encounter the best, and probably with new
appreciation because of what you have been through.
I will hold before myself the promise of a renewed and joyful life.