You Make Me Smile Like The Sun

Ever have one of those days when good times start to fade and you forget to smile? You don’t notice, though, because you’re entrenched in whatever it is that steals your attention and takes away your zest. I was busy doing what needed doing when my phone rang. It was my mother. “Go outside right now and take pictures. The sky is gorgeous!” And so I did. Hi, my name is Jennifer. I’m 42 and my mother still calls and tells me what to do. Sometimes I listen. Sometimes I’m truly thankful …

Smile at a spectacular sky. This is a June Sunset at Tuckaway Farm, 2016.

… because she was right. It made me breathe. It put a smile on my face — something that hadn’t appeared most of the day. I had been knee-deep in doing, completely oblivious to what was going on around me. I was missing a magnificent show.

Remember to smile. Rest your weary soul.

I’m at my worst when I over-indulge on news, commentary, and opinion pieces. I think it’s my duty to stay informed, but the only thing accomplished? A sour mood. When we fill our spare moments with dank drivel we can’t expect to spread sunshine and light.

Stop focusing on ugly and start shouting, “What a wonderful world!” Because it is, you know. Yes, there’s a whole lotta horror and ridiculousness, but good will always triumph. Always. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but in the end — forever and always. We need to keep the faith and shout it from the hilltops, rooftops, and anywhere else we happen to be. Because if you don’t do it, if I don’t do it … who will?! Certainly not the media, politicians, and pundits.

Smile at a spectacular sky. This is a June Sunset at Tuckaway Farm, 2016.

I missed the actual sunset, but I was there in time to see fading light and spectacular clouds. Wow. God’s handiwork is mighty magnificent. And guess what happened when I finally went back to the house? My smile remained.

Smile at a spectacular sky. This is a June Sunset at Tuckaway Farm, 2016.

The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness. The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing. – Psalm 65:8, 12-13



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    Robyn June 20, 2016 (1:27 pm)

    Yea for Mom’s who know just what we need, sometimes when we don’t. I love the Psalm you shared, Jennifer.