I hope you’ve realized that in 2008 we all get one extra day and that day is tomorrow, February 29.Â It’s still a couple hours away here in Idaho. I hope you plan to spend it well. I’m going to rummage around getting tax stuff together, and then I’m going to go to lunch with some old friends and do a little catching up. It’s a leap-year luncheon.
Leap year reflects the character of our good and gracious God: He messes with us.
Some months have thirty days, some have thirty-one, and February only has 28, except once every four years when He throws in an extra day to make up for the yearly time lost when the 365 1/4Â days are reckoned as only 365 days. (And, in case you are interested, leap year is always a year that is exactly divisible by four or four hundred.)
So enjoy your extra day. Spring is coming to our house. The snow has melted (mostly) and the gravel is being swept from the roads. It’s looking clean and organized outside and making me want to get my own house in order. We had a real winter, and now my hopes are up that we will have a real spring, complete with sunshine and warm breezes.
But there’s something else in this extra day business. Isn’t each day really a bonus day? God preserves us and gives us each one, wrapped as a gift. This should be reason to pause and reflect a bit. How many days has God given us already? How many more are there?
This morning Bekah called to tell me that last night was quite remarkable at their house. Jemima came into her room in the night and woke her. “Mommy, my arm is hurt.” “Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” Bekah said half-asleep. “And there is smoke and sparks in my room.” With that, Bekah roused herself and got out of bed. The kids’ room is right next door. Bekah found smoke in the hall, and little Jemma’s comforter on the top bunk was actually on fire. Real flames and lots of smoke. Bekah grabbed the comforter off the bed and dashed it into the bathroom sink and turned on the water, putting out the flames. Then she hollered to Ben, and they opened windows and aired the place out. The little reading lamp that clamped onto Jemma’s headboard was melted. It hadn’t even been on when they put her to bed. That must have been what had burned her arm and caused her to wake up. The other four children quietly slept in their beds through all the hubbub. Jemma has a little blister and a bandaid on her arm.
Yes, I believe in guardian angels. Yes, I believe God numbers our days. Yes, I believe He hears us when we pray. And, yes, He has given each of us this day.Â Every day is a bonus day. And I must tell you that I am mighty thankful.
Many blessings to you all on this extra day. Is it appropriate to say Merry Leap Year?