Thursday, April 18, 2013

Bad days

I walked into my internship the other day exhausted.

"How are you?" my boss asked.

"I'm ok." I answered.

"Just ok? Did you have a bad day?" she queried.

I wasn't feeling well, and I was reluctant to tell her why (girl problems, you know.... I ended up telling her which probably crossed so many boss/employee boundaries of what's appropriate and what's not... but what are you gonna do?)

But her question of "did you have a bad day?" really struck me.

I thought about it long and hard. No, I wasn't having a bad day. And the truth is, I don't remember the last time I had a bad day. 

Sometimes things happen that make me upset or angry. And there are definitely things in my life that I wish I had. And the list of character qualities that I need to improve on is endless.

But I don't have bad days anymore. 

With that simple question, I realized that my life had reached a certain point of completion. Of happiness.

Everything that's happened in the past year and a half has stripped me bare and reduced everything to the essentials. Naked in the face of reality, I was forced to realize the things that make me truly joyous. I'm not speaking in terms of fleeting happiness here. I mean bosom burning, everlasting, makes you weep to think of it joy.

Those things are: my body being able to move, knowledge increasing, friendships growing and developing, service and especially partaking of the eternal. Essentially, it's my faith. My faith is what makes me complete. It's what makes me whole. It's what makes my happy. It's what erases the bad days, leaving life so very good. 

1 comment:

Lindsey and Jared said...

What a beautiful quote! How have I never read that before!?

Love that! So glad you are happy :)