Rhonnie Scheuerman’s Inspiration Station For All In Need This Morning

Marion Bond West Author of Todays Story

On one January first back in the seventies, it was still dark outside when I awoke. 

The den was toy- strewn; there were supper dishes in the sink .  A pile of laundry waited to be washed, while the dryer was full of the last load.  I didn’t have the traditional Southern New Year’s meal- black-eyed peas, cornbread   and hog jowl-planned; I didn’t even have milk for breakfast . Wearily I tossed scattered toys  into the yellow  clothes basket with the broken handle.  New Year’s Day.  Bah humbug! I felt someone watching me and turned.  In the dark room stood Julie my oldest, in her pink nightgown  with the top button missing.  Sleepy eyed she asked so softly, “Why are you up so early, Mama”

“I’m trying to get a head start.  It’s   New Year’s day.  You know what that means?” Silence- I assumed   she’d chosen to ignore my strand early-morning question. “My teacher said that every day is the first day of the rest of your life.  Is that what you mean, Mama ?”

I stood up straight and looked  at her— really looked at her.  A smile found my face.  “Yep, Julie Babe, your teacher’s a smart lady.”

   Father God,

You must have been excited on that very first day of creation. 

I’m claiming a bit of that excitement  myself, first day of 2016

MARION