The Gift of Another Day

Sunday night and he quietly says to himself " another Monday." He is not the only one that feels this way.....I've been finding myself saying, nothing new, It's just another day. Just another day of laundry, dishes, and dirty floors.

Why is it that we only make the best of things when we are threatened by this world, by death, by anything negative. We feel we have to hurry up and make the best of these next days because "you never know." And then, when the scare is over and the routine becomes normal, we fall back to," it's just another day, another day of doing the same old things."

What if we looked at life, if we looked at each day as if it were a gift....Would we smile and whistle while mopping the floor? Would we be happy to wash just one more dirty dish? Tell me then, would we make every day the best it could be? 

These days are given as a gift why make them normal, ordinary days? Isn't it polite to say thank you after a gift being given? Don't we smile? The gift of a day shouldn't be any different.

It's one more day of hearing them giggle, listening to her read, watching him swim like a fish, and seeing her reach for you for the second and third  time. One more day of cooking a great meal, and hearing your Mama's voice over the line. One more day of serving others, because when you serve them your serving Him. And doesn't that make Him smile? Isn't that one way we can say Thank you?

 Excepting every day as a gift is something I'm still working on.........How about you?

This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

82. Dirty dishes
83. A mountain of Laundry
84. Floors that need mopping
85. Mondays
86. Another Day