Good Days and Bad Days-redefined

It is no secret, if you follow my posts,
that the past few days have been rough, teary days.
This morning my son-in-law asked how I was-
"better than yesterday morning" was my reply.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth 
than I had an "ah-ha!" moment.
I find myself challenging the definitions of bad and good days.

What makes a day "bad"?

Is it when the tears won't stop flowing?

or is when we bottle them up 

• because they make us red eyed and snotty nosed
• because our pain makes other people uncomfortable
• because we equate tears with weakness
• because we are afraid of being honest

What makes a day "good"?

Is it when there are no tears, no overwhelming pain?

or is it when we embrace the tears and pain

• because they are part of the experience of grief
• because they are part of the healing process
• because we are willing to be transparent
• because we are strong enough to say "I am hurting"

Most of society won't understand,

and I realize it would be counter cultural to embrace this idea-

but I am wondering if we need to stop and consider

that every day that God allows us to draw a breath is a gift,

an opportunity to draw closer to Him,

through pain and through joys.

And being closer to Him is always a good thing.

"Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, 

coming down from the Father of lights, 

with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow."

James 1:17