01 Feb Savor The Day
My dog has absolutely no sense of savoring her food. I open a can, put it in her bowl, toss the can, and when I look back her bowl is empty. And of course she wants more. This is ridiculous. It’s good looking food. Chunky and laden with smooth gravy. It looks so good I want to get a spoon. If only she would learn to savor it, it would last so much longer and be so much more gratifying. I want to say she just doesn’t know how to savor but when you rub her tummy she is the poster girl of savoring. Tummy rubbing could go on all day.
Life is best when it is savored. When my son went to first grade, he came home after the first day and announced that tomorrow he would be in second grade. The next day he came home and announced that tomorrow he would be in third grade. That is when his mother and I stepped in with a big “NO.” Life was not meant to be rushed along. The world does not need twelve year old doctors. Twelve year olds need to learn to savor the joys of enriched learning.
Many of my friends speak of wanting Jesus to come so this period of life would be over. While I am not a masochist thinking we should enjoy pain, it would be grand if we could approach each day with a wonder for the experiences and lessons to be learned. Maybe it is only on the latter side of this life that we realize that each day is a gift. Do young people cry when listening to “Sunrise, Sunset” from Fiddler on the Roof? Or is that reserved for parents and grandparents?
“This is the day the Lord has given. Rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24