We stand tip-toed to sky-high dreams, and wonder at
life. It is delight to ask. To listen. It is delight to learn from the answers.
There are dark months. But when we walk into light we
see it better for those long tunnels.
“And Life, I love thee. Not because thou art long, or
because thou hast done great things for me, but simply because I have thee from
God.”[1]
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| Sunrise at Lake Washington. |
We have life. Not for an extraordinary amount of time,
not for the purposes we often end up making it about. We have it all the same.
Easy to forget to love it though. Easy to say we hate it instead.
We walk into long lines and bad health. We fail, we
hurt, and we declare joy-doom over it all—“Hate this. So much.” Most times we
have perfectly good reasons to, but that does not make us the happier. Complaining,
even if justifiable, is a sure shot to a poor, frowning type of life.
And we have to stop. Stop complaining.
We have to mean it when we tell them, “it is okay.” No
more shoving the anger down into the pot. It always boils over. It does. When
we are inconvenienced, that is right when life is. It is when we decide whether or
not we keep treating people like people. When we choose to rush, or to sit
silent in a moment, that is right when life is. When we do the work and whistle
like jolly dwarves in the mine. May not be any diamonds today, but let us
whistle our hearts back to happiness. For this is right when life is.
We want to say it, in all authenticity—“Life, I love
thee!” So we should try. See it as the given thing of precious days that it
is. See the Giver in His goodness. And when we look up this morning, we find a sun and feel a breeze that thick scales of discontent would not let us experience those
mornings before. Life—we love thee.
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