Everyday. To me, celebration is necessary. It is relevant, and it inspires. When I’m looking for a reason to celebrate, then I will surely find one. Some days the celebrations are obvious, some days they are hidden. Regardless, there is something worth celebrating every single day.
Look for it. Seek it out. On the gray days, dig deep, keep your eyes wide, and refuse to believe that celebration is not meant for you.
Maybe you’re in the midst of a struggle and can’t find it. But Jesus is celebrating you. He’s cheering you on. He rallies to your side. He sees your struggle and your fierce determination. You haven’t given up. You are loved. And that’s reason to celebrate.
I think about all the people I’ve lost and what I miss the most are not the huge “party type” moments. No, it’s the little ones. I miss the moments that seemed insignificant- the moments that I wouldn’t have thought I’d remember years later. But I do. I miss the quiet celebration in my heart over 5 minute phone calls with my dad about nothing. We simply talked about the day. And simplicity didn’t seem significant then, but it does now.
So I will celebrate- with good food, hard work, and satisfying rest. I will celebrate with laughter over funny youtube videos and “minion speak” with my kids. I will celebrate with 5 minute conversations and holding hands.
And in that place of celebration, my heart is satisfied.