Today's the Day!3:25 PM
It's not that I love the hectic with cars going back and forth and the house emptying and filling with Bergmanns at rapid speed. I just like purpose. I like waking up to face triumphs bigger than exhausting my Facebook feed. I want lives to change and God to work and things to happen. Look at the missionary biographies or the Gospels -- did those people slow down from exhorting, healing, working and casting out demons? Not one chance. I can't picture our Lord stretching from a good night's sleep and thinking, "Hmm, I've got nothing to do today." If it wasn't feeding the masses, it was probably making chairs and tables.
And then there's my lazy life. The problem is that even though I'm on break, I've got nothing to take a break from. School no longer terrorizes me -- I'm quite rested from that, thank you. I haven't a job or a ministry, and even most of my chores got shuffled around to other siblings once I left for college. This past month feels pretty purposeless. I want a break from breaks.
Halfway through these gloomy, lazy thoughts as I milled about the kitchen, I remembered what one of my college mentors told me at the beginning of the school year: "Never wish away a day. No matter how hard a day gets, don't wish it away. God gave you that day." That got me through homesick days and hell week and the days that threatened to split into pieces my brain and my heart.
If I think about it, what's to stop that same train of logic from chugging into the station of ordinary lazy days? Even when I'm about to go bonkers from boredom, I can't wish away that day. God gave me this day, with all its nothingness and quietness and seeming purposelessness.
See, God is a master artist, an excellent author, a purposeful planner. Said types never add an unnecessary stroke or useless chapter or moot point. It may look like it to someone who's peeking over their shoulders and questioning every step of the way -- "That's just a blob -- that doesn't even make sense -- that doesn't add anything -- why'd you do that?" But to someone who knows what he's doing -- and He does, by the way -- that vestigial part of his masterpiece might be more pivotal than onlookers think.
I don't pretend to know what on earth this ordinary day adds to my life or God's plan. But I do know that it isn't purposeless. He made it, He gave it to me, and I'm going to live it in that light -- as if it's the most important day of my life. Because it is, in a way. He wouldn't have added it if it wasn't.