What if today was the happiest day of your life?
If some omniscient being (think Dickens' Christmas Carol here) appeared and let you know that today was the happiest day of your life, what would happen?
Would that knowledge change your perspective of the world around you?
The kids' bickering would float over and around you. It couldn't affect you on the happiest day of your life.
The neverending laundry and dishes and meals would be tackled or left to pile up. Either way would be fine, on the happiest day of your life.
That cup of coffee would taste sweeter, that encouraging word from a friend richer, that kiss from your husband deeper.
With the knowledge that today was the happiest day all the mundane would be seen anew. There could be no such thing as humdrum. The divine would appear in all things-- you would know that life is good.
You may have hopes and dreams for the future, true. But if today was the happiest day of your life, it wouldn't matter whether or not they've come true.
Happy never starts tomorrow.
Life is a mess and we are a mess, but the mess only magnifies when we study and analyze it. Instead let's study the joy, the beauty, and the incredible One who created us and loves us even in the midst of our issues.
As I write I hear a very loud Liberian in his bedroom upstairs. He rushes back and forth fighting imaginary enemies with a stick sword -- conquering them all I've no doubt. The dishwasher hums while Jonathan plays with Lego in the front room and Trishna writes in a journal.
To my right the dining table is covered with miniature pumpkins and splattered dropcloths--proof of the mess and the majesty right within these four walls. I breathe in the smell of my hot chai tea and look around.
A few minutes ago I saw only uphill challenges to tackle and unending tasks to cross off lists. Now I sense peace stretching across my mind like a cozy warm blanket on a chilly night.
Everything will be all right.
After all, it's the happiest day of my life.
"He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home."
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe