You only have one life to love — don’t worry
For me it was a typical workday morning. I got up, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast and headed to the office early.
My head was still a little fuzzy from sleep. I guess that’s why I didn’t notice him. He’d hitched a ride on my car. A mile or so into my drive he peered over the windshield wiper. Hanging on for dear life he looked me right in the eyes. Only a quarter inch of windshield separated the two of us. The gecko had to get a grip if he wanted to live.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I waved at him. I even took a picture of him. I yelled words of encouragement to him. But unfortunately that day I never had to stop until I got to the parking lot. That’s when he quickly hopped down and scrambled up the nearest tree. Imagine what it was like for him if he ever found his way home:
Wife Gecko: “Where on God’s green planet have you been?!”
“Honey, you’ll never believe me if I told you.”
Wife Gecko: “Try me.”
“I was just climbing around on that car ...”
Wife Gecko: “How many times have I told you ...?”
“I know, I know. But I was just climbing around on that car when the ugly one came out. Before I could jump we were moving.”
Wife Gecko: “So what did you do?!”
“I hung on like there was no tomorrow. And he was no help. He just kept staring at me and yelling something. He even had the nerve to take a picture of me. You know what that’s going to look like smeared all over Facebook? My skin was blowing back and forth. It was humiliating.”
Wife Gecko: “But you’re here now. I think you need to lie down. You’re looking a little green in the face.”
Ever had a day like my Gecko friend? One minute you’re carefree and curious. The next you’re hanging on wondering if you’ll survive?
Life hits us like that sometimes. You’re cruising along and suddenly: There’s a phone call from the doctor’s office. An “insufficient funds” notice from the bank. The teacher hands the paper back full of red ink. You find yourself gripping tightly onto whatever you can and just do your best to make it through the day. The month. The year.
What if, instead of just hanging on for dear life, we could learn to love this dear life? What if we could gain a perspective that would enable us to understand the woeful days as well as the wonderful days?
I know it’s tough. I’ve had hard seasons, too. But I’ve come to this conclusion. (Hold on. It’s pretty profound.) “We only have one life to live.” (I know. You may need to let that sink in a moment or two.) One day I tweaked that profound statement a bit. Instead of realizing we only have one life to live, what if we believed we could do more than just get through it? What if we could really love it?
That’s why Jesus reminded us to take care of one day at a time. He said there is enough for today to worry about. And then he said not to worry about it because the birds and the flowers don’t. Instead of worrying, love the day. Because — and here comes my tweak — we only have one life to love.