Last week, Larry, our granddaughter Lauren, and I were driving to a soccer tournament that our grandson Ethan was playing in. From the backseat Lauren asked if we wanted to use her “future telling app”. Of course, we said yes. After all, who can resist a “future telling app”? (In case the word “app” is unfamiliar to you, it’s short for “application”, and in the case of most “apps” we use on our devices, refers to some kind of software program) Lauren proceeded to ask for dates in the future. We chose Larry’s birthday in the year 2030. She said, “there’s a giant birthday cake on that day”. Next we choose the date of my birthday in a year in the distant future. “Fifty birthday presents, Nana, that’s what’s on your birthday”, she said. We played the game for a while and then she finally said, “you know it’s not REALLY a future telling app”, it’s my calendar, and we’re picking dates in the future, and I’m writing stuff that I want to happen on those dates”.
First, if you’ve been reading my posts for a while, you probably already know that I think Lauren is an amazing little girl. Second, that’s confirmed for me regularly when she dreams up things like this.
A Future Telling App, wow!
The innocence and joy and trust in the future that she carries in her heart, blows me away regularly.
What if we actually DID put things, that we would like to have happen in the future, on our calendars?
What if we wrote a note, in our calendar, for June 1, 2016, that said, “today is going to be a blessed day”?
What if on November 17, 2018, a message popped up with “you are going to smile a LOT today”?
What if on January 2, 2025 your “prediction” said, “you are an amazing and beautiful spirit”?
How would our days start differently, than they do now, if the first thing we’d read would be something uplifting and positive?
We get lost so often in all the “bad” stuff: the work day that just didn’t go well, the relationship that fell apart, the argument with a family member or friend, the disappointment or anger or abandonment of the day we’re in. We give up in believing that we can create a DIFFERENT future.
Each day we get to “start anew”. We get the gift of writing the story of what we want to “apply” that day. Of course, there will be things that happen that we can’t control or change. Of course, we’ll experience sadness and pain. I’m not advocating wishing away a year, a month, a week or even a day, in order to get to that next place. What I’m suggesting is that we SCHEDULE happy into our days.
One definition of the word “application”, according to Dictionary.com, is “the special use or purpose to which something is put”. What if we use (on purpose) our days in way that celebrate our lives and bring joy to us and to those we love?
In 1931 a praise hymn called “Morning is Broken” was written by Eleanor Farjeon. Cat Stevens made a recording of it in 1972 , making it quite famous. The words are few, but beautiful:
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s re-creation of the new day
I know it would probably be really hard, a lot of the time, to wake up and feel like it’s “the first morning”. I also know that we don’t always see the “rain’s new fall” as a positive, or that we open our eyes and “praise every morning”. But what if we could?
What if we LITERALLY write into our calendars (whether they’re in a book, on our computer’s desk top, or in our phone) wonderful, beautiful experiences that we WANT to have?
What if we make room for the wonders of life?
What if we re-create each day?
What if we choose to live each day honoring and fulfilling our obligations as the responsible people we are?
What if we have faith in the ability to ENJOY our lives, like a beautiful, nine-year-old girl who believes in a future with a story told of joy?
Amen to that.