On our 20th wedding anniversary, my husband walked in the door with a dozen red roses. I went to the living room cabinet for a vase and saw several of our wedding gifts sitting on the shelf-china, crystal, silver-as though they were museum pieces. "We'll save them for a special occasion," I'd told Bob. But in 20 years, we'd hardly used them. Most of the time they sat waiting on that shelf. Well, if this isn't a special occasion, I thought, I don't know what is.
Reaching for that vase, I thought of other gifts I might have stowed away, waiting for just the right moment. Like my gift for music. I hadn't sung in the church choir in years; I always said I was too busy. But just like those wedding gifts, weren't God's gifts meant to be used and enjoyed?
That night we set the table with our best tablecloth, our silver flatware, and a cut-crystal vase filled with red roses. The kids especially enjoyed drinking sparkling juice from etched crystal goblets that they'd never before seen on our dinner table. We laughed as the four of us clinked our glasses together. "Let's do this more often," my daughter said.
"We will," I replied, as I made a mental note to go to choir practice that week. After all, if every day is a gift from God, then all of life is a special occasion.
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