Looking for Reasons to Celebrate

Looking for Reasons to Celebrate

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The pretty picture at the top is not an artful arrangement of potpourri. It is actually the gravesite of a deceased grasshopper.

I’ve spent this past week watching three grandkids while my son and daughter-in-law celebrate their anniversary. One morning I sat on the front step watching four-year-old Zoey and her bestie Anneliese being silly in the front yard. Suddenly, one of them spotted a dead grasshopper. The poor thing lay on its back, tiny arms folded across its tiny chest. “We need to celebrate him because he’s dead!” Zoey shouted. They began piling wood chips on him until they had a respectable mound. (I want to call it a funeral pyre, but I assure you, we did not start him on fire!) Then Anneliese decided they should decorate it, so they gathered flower petals to sprinkle on top. It dawned on me that what I would have ignored or kicked off the sidewalk, they viewed as an opportunity to have some fun.

There was a life lesson for me in this impassioned celebration of a grasshopper’s life. How often do I miss the joy moments right in front of me?

The next day I had the chance to put joy-seeking into practice. It was “Special Person” day at my grandchildren’s school. It had been raining off and on all morning so I’d hunted for an umbrella before leaving the house, but couldn’t find one. After a fun couple of hours of visiting third- and fifth-grade classrooms and having lunch with two of my favorite people in the world, I walked to the door of the school and stared out at the pouring rain. Of course, the closest parking spot I’d been able to find was two blocks away. Wait it out, or get soaked? With a frustrated sigh, I decided to opt for getting wet. And then…a few yards into my walk, I realized… It’s not cold out. I’m going straight home. I’m not wearing clothes that can’t get wet. It hadn’t been a particularly great hair day anyway. I won’t melt. Or rust. Or shrink—though a little in the right places would be welcome. Why let the rain dampen my spirits? Why not enjoy it?

So I did. I listened to the raindrops pelting leaves, watched tiny rivulets of water running alongside the road, felt the droplets on my face…and thoroughly enjoyed a hot bath when I got back to my son’s house!

Life is short. Let’s stop and savor, be present in the moment, and look for opportunities to celebrate the little things.

A joyful heart makes a cheerful face… Proverbs 15:13

Where are you finding joy today?

Becky Melby About Becky Melby

Wisconsin resident Becky Melby is the author of the Lost Sanctuary Series and a dozen other contemporary fiction titles. Married for 43 years, mother of four, grandmother to fifteen, Becky thrives on writing, reading, camping, rides on the back of a silver Gold Wing, and time with family. Connect with her at her website or Facebook.

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  1. Today I found joy in walking around a new neighborhood I had never visited before. The neighborhood sits adjacent to middle school ball fields, and I’d noticed one particular house from that point of view weeks ago. Backyards usually don’t exude charm, but I fell in love with that one at first sight. Since it’s a glorious September day, I took the time to explore and find that house, which is just as beautiful from the street view! If it ever goes on sale, I’ll make sure to visit the inside. It’s fun just to dream…

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