Cool again today. Rain is falling. It still reminds me of fall. Mother’s Day is approaching. Are you ready? Mom is your best friend.

Each day asks our best. We do not have the luxury of basking in our past successes or perceived failures. Tomorrow is calling. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Tomorrow is a future with an open door to possibilities, change, and good fortune. We want to dwell in the what if world. A poor place to erect your pup tent. We must prepare for the Can-Do world of tomorrow. We live in a snapshot in time. Each photo of us reveals only the truth of the picture. We may look afraid and in reality be on a carnival rollercoaster, having the thrill of our lives. Another snap captures us in tears just before we obtain a marvelous life-affirming gift. We must place the photos in our photo album like the old television show, This Is Your Life, to understand them in context.

The old gospel song promises that we will understand it better by and by when the morning comes. True words!

Life events motivate profound change. Walking back to Jerusalem, we often take a fork in the road. The fork leads to exploring rooms in the mansion of life that we did not know existed. When we open the creaky door and enter the dusty room, we remove the dust covers from the mahogany furniture. My goodness, it is a cigar room with priceless works of art. The room beside it is a solarium with luminous stained glass windows. The third room is a chapel filled with inspiration for life’s renewal. The feeling is full of faith and assurance that tomorrow was designed for us before the beginning of the world.

There is a library in the mansion of life. The books bring a sense of place. There is peace and wisdom in the dusty room. Wisdom is there. You know it when you read it, you know it when you feel it. Hidden amidst the books, you see the big picture. So much has been artificial. Much has been the inflation of ego. The library says, ‘Rest,’ and that you do.

Unsettled energy in the daily grind. We must achieve our goals; it’s a timed exam. The stopwatch is ticking and we may be behind the others… Looking around furtively, we watch our peers taking the exam. Are they ahead of us? What do they know that we do not? Soon, the proctor will call time, and all will be lost.

‘Welcome, children,’ the Preacher said. ‘Soon we will open the doors of life’s mansion for you to begin your treasure hunt,’ the Preacher said. ‘Do not fear, you all are on time and the rooms of opportunity never are finished…,’ the Preacher said with a wide smile. ‘We woods lovers are in tune with endless possibilities of life and our place in it,’ the Preacher assured.