This morning, I rolled the now-empty garbage can back to the house. Usually, it stands at attention next to the paper recycling and glass/plastic/aluminum commingled containers. Yesterday, the faithful garbage man (yes, it is a man) dumped it out into his travelling dump truck and carted it away.
Dakota never likes that some random truck picks up our stuff. She barks at him. Thief! she calls. How dare you trespass? This is my house, buddyroe, and that’s our trash. You can’t have it!
Which is why we keep her inside on Tuesday mornings.
Now it’s Wednesday. We need the garbage can back at the house for kitty litter deposits, if nothing else. I walked up to the gate in the dark morning and pushed it toward the house. Dakota got excited. She bounced up and down. What are you doing, Mom? Can I help? Ooh, it’s rolling! It makes a lot of noise! (sorry, neighbors). Where are you going?
I couldn’t help but smile. She does this every time. Retrieving the empty recycling containers elicits the same response. She likes to get
caught by the wheels participate in everything we do outside. It’s like a coronation parade and she is thrilled to be a spectator.
There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle. – Albert Einstein
I think I want to live like everything is a miracle. Not in a condescending way, like,”Oh, look! You got dressed today!” Or “You’re so good, you drove yourself to work. Proud of you.”
No. Like the people in my life matter and not missing the beauty of the changing season. Like recognizing when people take care of things that make your life easier, or routinely serve with a good attitude. Zac mowed part of the lawn yesterday. When I asked him to take care of it, he said, “Sure, Mom.” That blessed me. Jonathon cooks dinner almost every night. I love that! Ruby’s learning to feed Dakota dinner without prompting.
It’s up to me to choose this attitude of celebration. It doesn’t just happen; it’s not our natural bent as humans. We’d rather complain. Let’s face it, how many times have we connected with people over the lousy weather or traffic jams? Maybe it’s time to change the conversation. As believers, we have Christ in us, the hope of glory. As we think about good things, our words will change, too. Let’s choose joy.