Normally, with robins being so common here in Michigan, I don’t really take but a moment’s notice. But something about this robin was different. This robin commanded my attention as he hopped around, head held high, as if it WANTED me to look at it. As I looked more closely, I noticed that it had something in its tiny beak that drew my attention.
And apparently, this morning find was enough reason for this tiny creature to strut and show off. You could tell it was quite pleased with itself. I stared at this bird with amazement…partially because I have never seen a bird looking this victorious and almost smug in its demeanor.
In my own mind’s eye, I’ve obviously fallen way short of the bar set by this feathered creature. I don’t bring a smile to people’s faces with the joy I exude like this robin does for me. Instead, I feel like I complain too much about my day-to-day grief and bring everyone down into the depths of depression with me. I don’t want to be that girl.
Perhaps, like the bird, it’s time to start being joyful in the little victories God brings into my life instead of wallowing in the many defeats I face. Maybe there is more to life than just surviving the grind. Maybe there truly are day-to-day tasks – the common everyday things – to celebrate and take joy in. And once I start focusing more on the triumphs and being thankful for the “morning worms” God brings into my life, perhaps I too can infect others with joy.
