EVERY DAY IS THURSDAY
By Becky Wilson
As I am admittedly, if I’m lucky, in the last third of my life, I’m very aware of the speed with which the days, weeks, months and years are passing. As a young person in college, then tackling my first full-time job, marrying and starting a family there was throughout those firsts, the subconscious refusal to face or even think about my mortality.
Today, however, is Thursday when I stand amazed that the week has flown by and the weekend, the end of this time is looming large. I review how I’ve just spent these moments: some time with family, some spent with good friends, a lot idly, but delightfully, used up walking in the woods. I love awaiting whatever wild life chooses to show up.
But, too much has been wasted; particularly as I’m trying to get some rest at night, pondering matters I have little or no control over. Or dredging up old pains that should have been long ago erased from memory. “Garbage in, garbage out” is true not just in the computer world.
Why do I persist in ruining a perfectly good night’s sleep or morning meditation by dwelling on matters that aggravate me or make me anxious? Why is wisdom so difficult to achieve? Philippians 4:8 reminds us, “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things.”
Perhaps these nights are the best times to reflect on all the good and even great things that have happened throughout my life. There are the high school friends, six of them, that knew me back when I was a reserved, bookish girl. We shared all the early coming of age experiences, and we continue to laugh about many of them as we get together once a year to renew the joy of youth.
My two roommates during our time living in New York and flying for Pan American Airways are also still in my life and reminders of those pre-marriage days of working hard and proudly supporting ourselves, though just barely.
I’ve been so blessed with a large extended family in addition to our own nuclear family so I could stay up all night just enumerating the kindness shown to me by many of them.
There’s a group of 13 women that I’ve met regularly with for close to 30 years who really know me inside and out and another two or three who do as well. All these rich friendships have helped to shape who I am today.
There is another category of friends that I count as blessings: the many individuals I’ve gotten to know in the non-profit arena. These are men and women who have a heart and a passion for the down-trodden, the neglected, the poor. All of them could make much more money in the private sector but choose to give of themselves to help transform Memphis into the real Soul City.
THE FINAL JOY
Suddenly it’s Thursday again, and when my thoughts become entangled I hope to free them from unnecessary anxiety by thinking of these true, noble, pure, lovely and admirable people who have walked along beside me on this exciting journey of life. The end of time, the weekend, promises to be even richer:
“And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” ~ John 14:3