Each day I think about my family…I worry about a variety of things.

1. Are my kids safe?

2. Is my wife safe?

3. Are my kids getting the best education we can provide?

4. Are we being good parents?

Sometimes in all of this (which is accompanied by various things at work, in organizations and in our extended family) comes the still quiet voice telling me it will be okay. And, if I’m honest, sometimes no such voice can be found. In those times I most realize the chaos that can invade my mind. Worries about everything from the quality of instruction at my kid’s school to the possibility that the American economy could collapse and the world as we know it could end within a few hours. In this chaos I find solace in the fact that no matter what there is always a brighter tomorrow. The Romans never imagined that the Roman world could end as it did. Even at the fall of Byzantium the last of the Roman Emperors led his troops into battle ,almost 1000 years after the last legion of the Eternal City itself had fallen, with the belief that there would be salvation at the end of the journey. And, in reality, was there not? Even in a temporal sense, the fall of Byzantium fueled the Ottoman Empire for almost 500 years.

There is a greater power in control and while I worry about little things, big things simply happen in history…with few ever recognizing they are even on their way. We can’t see the future. Tomorrow is but a dream. If I could know tomorrow, I would choose to remain in this day.

There is salvation at the end of every journey…but is their enough patience in each of us to find it?