It has been said many ways--that it is today that is most important.
I remember neither the time nor the place I first heard it, but somewhere, long ago, something similar to the following words first came my way.
"Yesterday is history--that's why they call it the past. And tomorrow is promised to no one. Today is most important, for it is a gift. That's why they call it the present."
This message was delivered in a somewhat different form again this morning. It came by way of an email from a wonderful friend, Fr. Stephen Braddock, who forwarded words written by Robert Hastings.
"Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is a dream. Yesterday belongs to history. Tomorrow belongs to God.
Yesterday is but a fadng sunset. Tomorrow is but a faint sunrise. It is today when there is light enough to love and live."
And then there is Psalm 118.24. "This is the day the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it."