By Julie Reed
“THIS is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it.”
It’s going to be one of THOSE weeks. I can tell already. I feel my bones growing weary. I can hear myself losing patience with my children and screaming at the dogs. I can tell that I’ll already need to offer up forgiveness for my words and actions. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I look at the first week of May. It’s only May 1st as I write this article and I’m dreading May 5th. I have flipped over my calendar for a new month and I’m in shock at the amount of appointments, events, and commitments already penciled in many of the blocks.
I’m a type A personality. That means that I like things organized. I like to plan and have everything fall into place just so. Things need to be perfect. I’m worried about everyone else’s needs and desires above my own. I want to please everyone and everything I come in contact with. This fact alone wears me out. But, when you add in the realization that I don’t have my helpmate, my other half, my best buddy to come along side me and rally for me, encourage me and offer advice, help, or hugs at just the right time, it makes me even more weary. I’m ready to wave my white flag and I’m not even half way through today.
Why am I dreading May 5th you wonder? Simple. There are two reasons actually. The first is that it will be the twenty month anniversary of daddy and grandpa’s passing. I can hardly believe that we are creeping ever so quickly to the two year mark. Two Years. Two years. How can that be?
The second reason is that I’ll be registering our youngest for Kindergarten that same day. Sniff, sniff. I’ll be the one taking her to the elementary school. I’ll be the one filling out the forms and taking in the necessary paperwork. I’ll be the one encouraging her on as she takes those tiny feet into the great big new world of elementary school. I’ll be the one holding her hand ever so tightly whispering over and over again to myself, ‘It’s okay. She’s ready. You can let go. You can let go.’
As I sat in church this morning, holding her in my arms and running my fingers through her hair, I was swept away by the words of a very familiar song titled This Is the Day.
THIS is the Day. Today. This moment, this period of time will never happen again. I can’t get it back. I can’t change it. I can’t have a do-over. THIS is the Day. All of our tomorrows only come one day at a time. How can a dread a whole week, when I haven’t even finished today? Why am I wasting today worrying about something that is four whole days away?
Because I’m human. Because I’m not fully trusting God. Because I needed Him to remind me today that THIS is the day that He has made just for me. I needed Him to remind me that even though I feel like crying and remaining in the fetal position begging for mercy, that I should be rejoicing and glad for TODAY.
So, I’ll dust off my knees, get off of my pity soap box, and go outside and enjoy THIS beautiful day. I’ll enjoy the blooms of color and fragrance God placed on my rose bushes for THIS day. I’ll stand in the warm sunshine with the cool breeze on my face and smile at God for showering me with His love THIS day. I’ll run through the grass barefoot with my children, giggling and laughing at the dogs and ourselves as we tumble to the ground in a tickle fight. I’ll enjoy THIS day. I’ll rejoice and be glad in THIS day. But more importantly I’ll do the same on May 5th knowing THAT day will be just as fantastic as THIS day because the same, timeless God will have given me both.
I’m ready for one of THOSE weeks. A week filled with rejoicing, praise and thanksgiving for each day in that week. Here’s to hoping you’ll enjoy THIS day, THIS week, no matter what your calendar says you need to do. A timeless God gives us moments, each moment is precious. THIS is the day that the Lord has made…will you rejoice and be glad in it with me?