Driving home yesterday, my boyfriend and I saw, I kid you not, three yards with massive bounce houses within 15 miles of each other. This may not sound noteworthy, but out in small town suburbia where we live, people doing something different and exciting is worth a second glance.
I thought to myself, what are all these people celebrating? School’s not out yet. This many people in a small area can’t all have birthdays the same day with the same inflatable attraction. What gave these people the idea that they had to put obnoxious puffed-up castles in their yards and stuff them with 20 screaming ten-year-olds?
But then I realized, why am I trying to justify their fun? Why does there have to be a reason for fun? Life’s default shouldn’t be boring with the occasional celebration. We should find a reason to celebrate every single day.
I felt a little hypocritical because “every day is worth celebrating” was kinda my motto this past school year. My roommate and I pulled off pretty elaborate decorations on our dorm door for every major (and not so major) holiday. We wanted to bring some joy to an otherwise pretty dull hall.
“Every day is worth celebrating.”
We didn’t need a reason to celebrate. The fact that we were alive and the sun was shining was enough cause for us to bust out the tape dispensers and scissors.
Maybe those people were all celebrating something important. Maybe they weren’t. But the important thing is they were enjoying life. They found something to celebrate. Shouldn’t we all?
So, if you need a little joy in your life today, go rent a bounce house and celebrate the beautiful day the Lord has made. What have you got to lose?