Day 3 – Write About Anything From Your Day
Today was a good day.
Today was a bad day.
As I prop myself up against the pillows on my
bed and think about the day, I’m conflicted. Today felt…off. I can’t say it was
good. But I also can’t say it was bad. Those words as qualifiers are annoying
me even as I type this.
What I really want to say is today was
puzzling. I woke up hopeful, encouraged about the upcoming day. Somewhere
around mid-afternoon, though, my attitude changed. I could feel discontent
creeping in. My mood was getting sourer by the minute. I was suddenly stuck in
a foul, ugly place of entitlement.
I can name it entitlement now, but earlier
today, it was just “my feelings”. I was upset because this break wasn’t going
how I’d hoped. I was upset because I’d failed at remaining encouraged all day.
I was upset because I couldn’t even pray.
I think we, and please correct me if I’m
wrong, expect life to be good all the time. I don’t mean that we’re oblivious
to real pain and evil in the world, but I think we live with this belief that
if there isn’t great meaning in something, we shouldn’t do it. Today, I felt
void of any real purpose. I went about the day doing menial tasks and errands,
and I felt disappointed by the lack of “worth” in my time.
Of course time is worth something. Of course
it is! Even if I’m living in a mundane, routine day, it is still worth something. I feel selfish and foolish to think
that my day must have these dynamic moments to go down in the books as “good”.
I want to see things differently tomorrow. I
want to approach the day with hope, but also with Truth. There’s so much hope
in Truth, so this should be a good place to start. Father, help me to see each
day truthfully and joyfully. Point my eyes to things of you.