TO MY HAPPIEST DAY

  

     Perhaps when the unexpected comes, when something happens that we never asked for, we tend to remember it with special fondness –like a surprise present from daddy who’d been away for so long, like a note scribbled and left by Santa under our pillow when we were kids, or like an unplanned vacation by the beach during school break, this happy day deserves to be in your box of special memories.

When God said, “Let there be light!” 

He said it at the exact time you were near the end of the tunnel. 

And there was light.

It was warm, and gentle and beautiful. It dazzled you and drew you out.  Its glow danced in your eyes and sang in your heart. This light lit your way out, cheered you onward,  not toward the edge of a cliff,  but to many new mornings and solid days that you could live through.

It came the moment you saw him. He carried this light and it walked with him, drawing you to look, and look, and gaze sometimes.

 Perhaps it was the Light that walked with him and followed him that knew. Perhaps this light was drawn to drive away the darkness in your world. Perhaps it wanted to usher in some joy and hope into your life.

He who walked into your world with this light did not know the magic it could do. But you did. 

And though he would never know, it didn’t matter because you believed in it. You knew the power that one happy day had in your life. It brought you to the next day, and another, and another, and another until finally you were certain that there could be many other happy days to come in your life. 

But tonight, you wished he knew that one happy day could mean the world to one dying soul… one happy day could bring so much comfort to a weary heart…  one happy day could save one from walking closer to the edge of a cliff.

And you wished that knowing so would add something equally warm, precious and beautiful to his life. You wished so because you knew that you could never give enough to someone who’s walked with you when your steps were unsure and your heart was not whole.

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