What Does a Good Day Look Like To You

What does a good day look like to you?

I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Many would say it depends on how easy things are going for them, as to whether it’s a good day. Then others who have an attitude of gratitude would say that easy is not necessarily what makes a good day.

A mother of young children might say that a good day would be a day when the kids are quiet and don’t fuss and fight with each other, and they obey her immediately without argument or whining, and nothing breaks around the house. And when there is plenty of money in the bank to pay for basic needs. That’s a good day.

Some would say a good day would be if they had plenty of money to buy whatever they need or want. That would make a good day.

Some would say that a good day would be a day with no big problems to solve at work and everyone did their job with excellence and without complaining. That would make a good day.

Some say a good day is when they don’t have to deal with sickness or disease or headaches or back aches. Having good vision and good hearing and a good memory. That would make a good day.

And wouldn’t it be a good day if we had p-l-e-n-t-y of time. Time for reading all the books we yearn to read. Time for completing all of our DIY projects. Time to sew quilts and aprons and pot holders and table runners. Time to volunteer at a food bank or nursing home or at the local animal shelter. Time to plan a dream vacation or design a dream house or plan out a beautiful flower garden. Time to visit the botanical gardens. Time to visit family and friends. That would make a good day. WOW, that would be a very long day. Ok, that would need to be good days.

My idea of a good day, this might sound corny, is waking up. Having a bathroom with running water and an indoor toilet. To take a shower and brush my teeth and do other toiletries. Being blessed with a washer and dryer to do laundry at home. Having oxygen to breathe. Having a closet full of clothes. Having daylight to enjoy. Having food in the pantry and in the fridge. Having a home to live in. Being blessed with a good, hard-working husband who loves God and me. Having family and friends and a church family to love. Being blessed with good health. And since I am blessed with all of these, I am so blessed. Knowing that my God takes care of all of my needs and provides for my family. That’s a good day.

The best day, I believe, was when God chased me down and got my full attention that He sent His own Son to save me. I knew I was a sinner, I think from the time I was about 5 years old. I didn’t get saved then but I knew I sinned when I intentionally disobeyed my momma. My conscience bothered me terribly and I tried to hide from God in my closet. God didn’t give up on me. He pursued me. He sent a young girl to talk to me about Jesus paying the price for my sins, when I was about 10 years old. That was the best day, when I knew I wasn’t going to hell, I could have confidence that I would be going to heaven to be with Jesus when I die. That was the best day, for me.

Another good day for me was when I got the knowledge and assurance that I AM saved. You see, I used to struggle with doubt about my salvation. In my mind I thought that if I was truly saved, I would have stopped sinning. I wouldn’t have to keep trying to control my bad temper and stop cussing and being critical of others and being jealous of others who were wealthy and seemed to have an easy life. Every time I failed, the devil would accuse me and tell me I must not really be saved because I failed again.

I heard a man explain it so well that I got set free from my self condemnation. He explained that doing right things would not save me. I could not do enough  right things nor make myself stop doing wrong things – to get myself saved. Jesus had done all the right things, for me. He lived the perfect life and since I believe in Him, I get the benefits of what He did. I still live in the flesh in this life, and my flesh will keep pulling me away from doing what is right. This is not to say that I can go indulge in sin. It means I am free from condemnation when I fail. God is not looking at my efforts. He is looking at what Jesus already did for me. He looks at the perfect life Jesus lived, and at the shed blood of Jesus that paid for my sins. He sees me through Jesus. That day that I came to that knowledge and could stop condemning myself and hating myself and stop worrying that I might not be saved, that was a very good day.

Do you know, truly know that God loves you so very much? He does!!!

Are you having a good day today? What makes a good day for you?

I hope you have a not just a good day but a great day!

Love,

Karen

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