NO, my child, I cannot go with you today. If you had asked me yesterday I might have managed it. "The large, dark eyes of the little three-year-old son were gravely earnest as he asked in reply:
“Father, where is yesterday?”
Willingly would he have recalled it, that he might claim his loving father for the wished-for treat; but—"Where is yesterday?”
Ah for how brief a moment was it today, in our keeping; and yet each moment it was slipping from our grasp to join that past eternity, which is "still in God's keeping.”
Have a care how you tread today. Every step will tell on the sands of time. Have a care how you speak—aye, how you think, how you act, today. It will also be "yesterday" very, very soon—gone from you forever, but carrying with it eternal consequences, all to be brought back again and made a living present reality when the Lord comes and brings to light the hidden things of darkness and makes manifest the counsels of the heart.
“Today, if ye will hear His voice, harden not your hearts," or how regretfully may you have to look back to a yesterday that you can never again make your own, in the which He called and you refused.