An enthusiastic “Morning!” is how I’m greeted from our 1 year old son Elijah when I wake up regardless if I’m up getting ready for work at a normal hour, or involuntarily waking up at 4:00am because he’s squealing and playing in his crib. I mean, I’ve had great mornings, but this kid is excited for what the day may bring EVERY morning. He can hardly stand it. My initial thoughts range from anger to annoyed, but once I’ve had some coffee and time to reflect on it, I am humbled by and jealous of his excitement. It’s almost convicting that I sometimes complain about having to wake up earlier than I want, or not looking forward to the day at hand; and I am reminded of a prayer that my Grandfather would pray at every meal I can remember where he said, “This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.”
What does that mean to me? Do I really see each day as a gift from God? Obviously I do not, or I would be more grateful than I am. I would treat each day differently. My mindset would change. So would some interactions with my wife, family, co-workers, neighbors, and traffic. I think I’m beginning to understand why Jesus liked kids so much, because at a certain level, they “get it.” They love life!
I’m at a point where I’m really starting to appreciate things like health and how very precious life is. Just in 2010 so far, we’ve had family or friends in serious auto accidents, cancer, heart issues, and Elijah being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 14 months old. I can’t take things for granted. It’s out of my control and sometimes there aren’t good reasons or any reason for why things happen, but when I am thankful for each day, see it as a gift from God, and approach my relationships with the same regard, I cherish those moments and it changes my perspective from being a victim to gratitude for how I have been blessed.
