Now — what else can I offer the universe today, of all days? It is, after all, the day the Lord has made, so I for one will rejoice and be glad in it. Of course, that could be said of any day, but the thing about days is that each one is different from all the rest, just like snowflakes or humans.
Even when you have rituals you follow day after day, each day is unlike every other day. The ones you remember are the ones where the ritual is interrupted. For example, I recall the kickoff of the Green Bay Packers game of Sept. 30, 1984, because the phone rang with a coveted job offer while the ball was in the air.
This morning I’m planning to do a little yard work before I tackle my morning web surf, because the forecast is for highs around 90 degrees and my brain starts to wilt when the temperature climbs much higher than 80.
Will this day be more or less memorable than any other? It’s hard to say at this moment, but I need to take this moment to remember that the Lord gave me another day and to be grateful about that, which brings me joy. May I suggest that you consider the possibilities, too?
