Happy…hearing the laugh of a baby, seeing the joy of discovery of a child playing with a new toy, feeling peace looking at a beautiful sunset… Happy, happy beats.
Let’s be grateful for this day!
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS
Dear ‘LB’ friends,
It may seem like a normal day of hurry, not enough time to complete everything, cleaning up messes, discord with other people in our small stamp called ‘life’, dealing with sick children or ourselves, working in a position that we don’t like or feel appreciated, having to attend a school with boring subjects , etc.,… but, this is a day that will only be here for twenty-four hours. It’s a day we won’t live again.
Yes, there will be other days, but they will not contain all of today. The weather’s wind will blow differently, gentle or strong. The sun shines a little less or a little more making the air colder or warmer. The people with whom we are in contact won’t normally wear the same clothes or say the same words good or bad. A child’s laugh is always different but its’ reward, if taken time to hear, enriches our souls. A dog barking in the distance can be irritation to some, but a joy to hear by the owners who felt their pet was lost.
The sound of a loved one’s voice can be taken for granted with thoughts, They will be here tomorrow. I don’t have time to listen now… will they? A husband or wife hurriedly gives a quick peck on the lips of their spouse before they depart for work, school or travel, because it is just another day. We may think, I’ll give a better kiss tomorrow… will you? The children won’t have the same ‘boo boo’ that needs to be kissed to make their world feel safe and secure. There will be more boo boos tomorrow, they are always hurting themselves… will there? The older children won’t have the exact same homework that needs to be helped and quizzed. The college age children won’t have the same need for finances or wisdom.
The floors won’t need to be mopped or vacuumed. The grass won’t need to be mowed. The house won’t need to be painted in the same place. The mounds of work at the office won’t be to the same degree of weariness the next day… may be less or more.
All these are our todays and we let them slip away. I did. I thought, like everyone else, It’s just another day. There’s time to take care of ‘it or that’ tomorrow. I spent many years not realizing the value of this twenty-four hours. The kids grow up (no more boo boos to kiss), school papers to check or wisdom to give. Loved ones die (can’t hear their treasured voices tomorrow), the realization of many kisses left unfelt by the spouse because of being too busy… or upset. All of the chores around the house that needed to be done then, has to be done all over again.
Let’s agree together to enjoy this twenty-four hours, for, it is unique and ours! The scripture declares, ‘This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.’* To remember that the Lord has given us this day will bring Him pleasure for His gift of life to us. We can give Him something back…our receiving it in thanksgiving and gratefulness.
Yea to our day!
Until next time….
*Psalms 118:24 AMP
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