- I’m learning different measures for grading a “good” day;
- Learning how God’s grace takes different forms to balance the tray
- Of challenges that changes with each new circuit from dawn till dusk.
The past few days have all been blessings,
each with their own distinct texture and appeal.
The loving-kindness I came to know on Monday
was in the context of prayer.
Only God and I
shared this precious revelation and the bond it brought to us.
But looking at Tuesday night–
with it’s celebratory flare and award
given to two of the dearest people in my world–
you’ll see something very different.
The joy God was pouring into me,
in my position of observation,
was a mixture of pride and gratitude for family blessings which,
for that sweet time lost their familiarity and became as freshly polished treasure
Today, if you had met me in my kitchen,
you would have found me delighted in the sum of housework that God gave me
the energy to complete–
not necessarily with no sweat
(it was terribly hot today)
but with greater ease than usual.
Taking stock of what I’ve shared above, you will see that
the first day I reveled in fellowship,
the second in people-gifts that God has set around me
and the third in service and the equipment for it that God provides.
Do you see how each of these things
was a primary characteristic of the day I experienced it in,
and yet it did not linger beyond the limits of that twenty-four hour span?
In some of these instances,
I must admit that I coveted the gift delivered to me
more than I desired the Giver who bestowed it.
When I saw it beginning to wain,
I held on for dear life,
trying to be sustained by something that was only meant to bring me pleasure for
a certain number of tick-tocks.
In this struggle, I needed to be reminded that God alone chooses
what would make for a priceless gift today
and it is not for me to diminish what He’s apportioned for this day by yearning after what was the mold of His generosity yesterday.
Truly, I need to continue learning to be thankful in everything
because God only knows
What mercies would best affect me, so that my spirit grows.
My description of happiness must change
from the narrow confines
of what I want
to the specific and infinite plethora of what God wants.
Enjoying myself more in the ordinary things
will grow in proportion to a burgeoning consciousness
of the One who rules my taste of living,
my plate of activity.
Join me in this prayer, if you need help in celebrating
what He’s given to you today:
That’s okay, God,
I’m realizing that not every day
needs to look the same,
but even if they all begin to run together–
losing the excitement of change–
I will still find You in the rhythms of each one
because I know You’re the One who conducts me
in the song of worship
that runs through the mini sections
of my life.