One day…. When I was a little girl at school camp, the school based constable arrived to pick someone up. We all wondered why. What had happened that would warrant a police escort home in the middle of camp?
But the teachers said not to be worried, and honestly my greatest dilemma that day was what to eat (since nothing on the lunch table looked appealing), so I settled for a cucumber sandwich and put it out of my mind.
When I got home from camp, I found out that her dad has sadly passed away. A road accident I think. Whilst my biggest dilemma was ‘does cucumber on bread taste ok without vegemite?’ her entire world had shifted.
In one day.
One day… When Boatman was at Bing Bong, he sent an email about some of the crazy dangerous stuff they had to do. He didn’t agree with it and suggested that one day someone would get seriously hurt, or possibly worse.
Then he didn’t email for a few days and I became a mess. ‘What had happened?’ I wondered. ‘Was he hurt? Was he dead?’ I didn’t trust that I would get any information, such was the sketchiness of the company. I began wondering how would I tell my kids if something had happened. How would I cope?
Thankfully, it never came to that.
We never had that ‘one day.’
One day… A lady said hello to me. An unremarkable event supposedly, but at a time when acquaintances were scarce, and friendships more so, she was amazing. A friendly face when there were few others. A person to make mindless chit-chat with.
You always remember the people who were kind to you. They stick in your mind like glue, and you’re forever grateful for who they are.
One day…. I found out the kind lady’s husband had a severe heart attack. The kind that people often don’t wake up from.
They have little kids; kids way too little to have to deal with anything like this. Way too young to have to learn the real definition of hope.
Way too young to be altered like this.
To learn how one day can change everything.
Some days… You wake up and you giggle at what life offers you. You smile and embrace it. You write silly posts about coffee machines, or favourite TV shows. You cuddle your kids and shower them with praise; you adore your husband. Some days you don’t mind the mess; you rejoice in the two dolls prams cluttering your hall, because they are proof that a little girl lives here, and she has been playing happily.
Some days the washing doesn’t seem too taxing, the pile of dishes not too high, the running around everywhere not too much to ask.
Some days you stand at your kitchen bench and pray constantly and consistently for people whom you barely know.
Some days you live life in just the way we were meant to; enjoying the present, focused on the eternal.
Some days you are grateful for everything life has to offer and you see it as a blessing.
But most days you hang out washing and get bogged down in the monotony of it.
Most days you see people as the bringers of mess and extra work, rather than the fingerprint of God.
Most days you get lost in doing the same thing day after day after day, wondering if ‘one day’ things might change.
Most days you forget to think about people long enough to pray for them. You’re just so caught up in your own little world.
Most days you miss the point entirely.
Until one day happens.
One day changes everything and makes you wish that most days had been some days, and that you had enjoyed them more. That you had loved deeper, prayed harder, been more present.
When one day comes and changes everything, and we are knocked about by it’s power and it’s strength, suddenly all the days before hand seem both pointless and incredibly meaningful.
One day, can make us look at all the other days through different eyes. It forces us to alter perspective. To focus on what really matters. To make the decision that whilst all days will not be a beautiful testament to the wonder of life, we can choose that most days are.
Today is just one day. One day to start all the other days. One day to start doing it all better.
So that hopefully today, for a kind lady, her little kids, and countless others about to have their world altered, the power of one day might not be in it’s tragedy, but in its miracle.