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Topic: Encouragement (among believers) (11/08/07)
TITLE: The Yesterday Chronicles
By Marita Vandertogt
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Yesterday when I woke up, I felt it again. The not wanting to get up. And so I didn’t. I turned over and went right back to sleep. The next time I saw the clock, it said 2:25 p.m. I slept the morning away and got up only long enough to brush my teeth and throw some water on my face. I stayed in my pajamas and watched half of the Oprah show, and then climbed back into my bed. I don’t think I ate much. Can’t remember . What I do remember is that the feeling was still there. The feeling of not wanting, to do anything, to be anywhere. To change anything.
Yesterday was Sunday. The only thing difference is the name of the day. I just wanted to sleep. I heard the phone ring a few times yesterday, but I didn’t answer it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. It’s too hard to face people, but I don’t think they understand that. And I can’t explain. I’m not sure I understand myself. It was a good day to sleep so I did. I don’t think I ate all that much.
Yesterday, I got up long enough to walk myself to the kitchen, make a cup of coffee and check the mailbox. On the front step was a pot of flowers – orange something or others with a note. “Praying for you.” That’s all it said. The flowers are sitting on my kitchen table. I guess I should water them. I probably will tomorrow. I drank my coffee and went back to bed. Missed the Oprah show.
Yesterday, I finally watered the flowers. They were wilting around the edges. I doused them with a glass of tap water. The card lay face up beside them. “Praying for you.” I wanted to take the card and cut into little pieces. What good was that now?
Yesterday, I actually got up and got dressed. I didn’t want to. But I did. Not sure why I did. Then I went outside in the cold to check my mail. An envelope, a pink envelope almost too big for the mailbox made it stick out. There wasn’t a stamp on it, just my name. I put it on the table in the living room and left it there. I didn’t want to open it. Not sure why. The rest of my day was pretty much the same. Every day is the same now.
Yesterday, I finally opened the pink envelope. I didn’t want to read it, but I did. When I opened the card, there were a bunch of names on it, names I recognized from the church I just started going to before it happened. And on the very bottom was a phone number. Please call, it said. We have a special surprise for you when you do. I put the card in the drawer. I wasn’t ready for any surprises, or people, just yet.
Yesterday I repotted the plant. I had to. It was dying. It took a while. I had to get to the store, buy the soil and the pot. By the time I was finished a good part of my day was gone. I completely missed the Oprah show. I listened to the phone ring a few times. I almost picked it up once, but I didn’t. It felt good to hear it ring though. But I went back to bed instead.
Yesterday, I pulled the pink enveloped card out of the drawer. I picked up the phone and almost dialed the number. Watched the Oprah show instead.
Yesterday, someone knocked on my door. I waited till they left and then opened it. A basket of goodies sat on the doorstep. I ate the cookies first and then made a cup of the specialty coffee. I actually dialed the number this time, but hung up when I heard a voice.
Yesterday I almost forgot to write in here. I didn’t have time. A group of ladies from the church came to my door. We got your call, they said. They made me get dressed, and took me to lunch. And later they prayed with me.
Maybe I’ll change this to The Tomorrow Chronicles. I think I’m getting tired of living in yesterday.
Thank You Lord, for the persistent encouragement of Your people.
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