Again when I landed back in WI my family greeted me by asking, “How was your flight?” As I had answered my sister, I stated, “Perfect, not a single glitch.”
Since I’ve been home I have started to think about the woman that was crying waiting for her flight and how I felt for her, but turned my eyes away when she looked at me because I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. Then there was the unaccompanied minor that was at least one hundred pounds overweight. I actually hoped I would sit by her so I could learn her story, but since I didn’t, I will never know. Then there was the man who had his house flooded and the man who had no children that I talked to for over an hour, but Jesus never came up. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even think to pray for any of these people until I was home.
In hind sight, the flight wasn’t so perfect after all. I missed opportunities, because I was content to get where I was going on time.
Mothers, we too often measure how our day was by how many glitches it has. A perfect day runs smoothly without a single glitch. But glitches are opportunities. It is even possible that the only reason the day seemed so smooth is because we missed teachable, lovable moments in our eagerness to get to the end of the day without inconvenience.
I don’t fly very often, so I didn’t think to pray for opportunities to share, thus I wasn’t looking for them and missed completely.(Absolutely, not an excuse, there is no reason to not always be looking for needs around me.) Mom, you mother every day, so pray for sensitivity to see teachable moments, to be alert for the need to train and to have Jesus ever on your lips.
A truly perfect day is a day when every opportunity is taken and nothing is overlooked. So perfect may not come very often. Realize though that an active day towards perfect is much more satisfying than a passive day avoiding glitches.