Today as I prayed my morning offering I was struck by one word that I had really never paid attention to before. I offer my prayers, works, joys and sufferings of this day. I was always clear on offering the work, the prayers, and the suffering of the day. It helps to bear the bad stuff when I offer it up. But I never really thought about offering the "joys." The joys of this day. I am allowed to have the joys.
Today is my 38th day from my last day of work. I don't retire in 38 days, I am not counting weekends and days off. Just counting the actual days of getting up and coming to school is enough. Between a new principal being suddenly assigned to replace the old one, the apparent suicide of a former student, and all the broken technology stuff, I am not feeling very joy filled today. It seems hard, all of it seems hard.
I am offering the hard stuff--the sufferings, but this Lent, this day, I am challenging myself to find the joys. Where are they, the joys? I am looking for them in the birdsong I heard this morning, in the friendship I have with some of my fellow teachers, and more, I am watching for more.
That is my offering today, the joys, the hidden joys that I might not notice. I am pulling out my magnifying glass and looking for them today.