It’s Tuesday. It’s August 1.

There’s time left in the week, time left in the year. And it’s a new calendar page.

I know full well that things can change very quickly, in health, in relationships, in jobs. But I also know that when I spend my time and energy worrying about those changes, the week, the month, the year disappear quickly.

Every Saturday evening, our pastor says, “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.” It’s from Psalm 118, a song of thankfulness.

Growing up, I heard it on Sunday mornings, and associated it with Sunday and with morning. Before the day falls apart, on (for most people back then) a non-work day. But there’s something about hearing it at the end of a day that can be encouraging.

Even this day, as boring or eventful, exuberant or debilitating as it may be, this chunk of time is time I have. So I’ll resist the urge to catastrophize and worry, and I will take a moment to be grateful for it.