I have had a certain dream many times over the years. Of course, it could turn into a nightmare if it doesn’t come true.
The dream is that one day in the week; I can make everything go my way. The nightmarish part of that dream is that it never tells me what day everything will work out.
One morning I told the Gracious Lady of the Parochial House about my dream to see if she could give me any advice.
“Don’t you remember,” my wife said, “that day was three years ago? You already had that day when everything goes your way.”
That was as specific as he could get. She would never tell me what day it was that everything went my way. I only suspect a little of all that. If she had had a day where everything went my way, she certainly would have remembered it.
So for a week I’ve been trying to figure out what it would be like today when everything went my way. I came up with a variety of scenarios, but nothing worked for me.
Last night, while we watched television, he seemed to be staring into space. My wife said, “You’re not thinking of a day when everything goes your way, are you?”
“No,” I said with a smile, “I’m just thinking of a joke.”
“Okay, what joke were you thinking of?”
Without thinking I said: “Why was 6 afraid of 7? Because 7… 8… 9”.
“Will you ever get over that prank?” And we both laughed.
I think, of course, that he knew he wasn’t thinking of a joke. I was thinking about what the day would be like if everything went my way. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind.
One of the first things that would be part of that day would be every time my wife asked me a question; She would understand the question and give him an answer that would satisfy her.
From time to time, I answer her, and she seems pleased with the answer. But never two in a row. What would a day be like for me if every time my wife asked me a question, she answered according to her specifications?
I’m sure it would be a pretty scary day, especially for her.
As I thought about this, another thought came to mind. What would a day look like where I could accomplish everything on my ‘To Do List’ and still have time for something else, like having fun?
Thinking about that made me smile because I can never think of a time when I had such a day. I usually end a day thinking about the things I didn’t get to do that day. This is what my day looks like.
Gracious Parsonage Mistress knew he was thinking along these lines, and so she said very cheerfully, “What would a day be like for you if you never thought of an apple fritter?”
Only she would think of something like that. As far as I’m concerned, that would be a terrible day. So, that’s crossed out.
Another thought took over my mind. What would a day be like if I could anticipate every question the Gracious Mistress of the parsonage would throw at me and had the answer in my own language?
What would a day be like for me if I stopped and bought my wife a present before I got home? A gift that when she gave it to her, she laughed and said, “I was thinking of going and buying this for myself. How did you come up with this?”
The more I thought about this, the more I understood that if I had so many days where everything went well, my life would get pretty boring. It is the unexpected things in life that make life truly exciting and challenging.
If I could plan everything and do everything I planned, I’d be so bored I wouldn’t know what to do.
Thinking of this, I thought, how on earth has the Gracious Lady of the Parsonage managed to do this every day of her life?
What would our house be like if we both had everything within our reach every day? How could we distinguish ourselves?
Maybe I could handle a day when everything goes my way, but I certainly don’t want every day to be like this.
As I was thinking about this, I was smiling and my wife asked me why I was smiling. I finally confessed, “I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want every day to go my way. That would be so boring.”
“You know,” she said very seriously, “I think you have something there.”
Therefore, our house is divided into two sections.
The only section is my wife, where everything goes the way she wants, and I’m happy.
The other section is me, where not everything goes my way, and my wife is happy.
I can’t believe I discovered the formula for both of us to be happy under the same roof. Why did it take me so long to realize this?
I couldn’t help but think of one of my favorite scriptures. “Can two walk together, except they be agreed?” (Amos 3:3).
On this, my wife and I are in complete agreement.