Not all anniversaries should be celebrated. A few are what I refer to as “anniversaries of hell” – days that deserve to be forgotten. Those are the days we never wanted to live to see and may be surprised that we lived through. Then there are the ones that mark an event or a meeting that changed our lives forever, days we continue to thank God for year after year, decade after decade.
Stella and I just passed one of those great anniversaries yesterday – the anniversary of the day she came to live with us, but it didn’t start that way. I have related how I felt when Stella showed up all stinky, flatulent, pregnant, and just plain bulldoggy.
While that day does not qualify for my definition as an “anniversary of hell”, it fell far away from being a Day of Heaven. The rough edges around my job at the time cut through that day. I wanted to crawl into a proverbial hole, but I couldn’t find any that would fit me. And here came Stella, turning my den floor into her toilet, and for her next act, throwing up a piece of plastic that she had consumed at her former residence. Welcome to bulldogginess.
This could not end well. Could it? As it turned out, I jumped the gun. I judged the event too soon. I was old enough to know better, but I didn’t.
We can make that mistake both ways. We run into a situation that looks terrible or at least not so great only to find out down the road that it was a gift from God. And we run into another situation that is all shiny and bright and wrapped in colorful paper and ribbons only to wind up crushed with disappointment when we discover the sheen dulled, the brightness dimmed, and the shredded paper and ribbons were headed for the trash all along.
“Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, Who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the heart…” 1 Corinthians 4:5 KJV
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, STELLA! THE DAY YOU CAME TO US WAS A GREAT DAY!
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