What do you view when you dream of that perfect day?  How does it begin, with a lovely, calming dream before you wake?  When you open your eyes do you review your loving wife or husband beside you, or do you wish to be alone, facing the dawn in all its divine reflection?  How do you lie there thinking or just remaining in peaceful repose, delaying the process of considering the day ahead?  Are you warm, cold, hot or just right?  Does your stomach rumble reminding you of the great things that await, do you smell them downstairs in the kitchen?  Are people rising to show how much they care for you in preparation of your morning?  Have you taken time to leave kind reminders for them of your love, surprising them?  Do you dream of money, fame or crave political banter to stimulate your musings?  Is your peace fed by music as you lean over the bed reaching for the remote control?  What is your first real thought?

How does that day unfold?  Does it follow a strict regimen, keeping you free from regret in completion of a laundry list of awaiting tasks?  Do you spend time to chat with your kids as they drag their stocking feet across the wooden floors?  Does you wife pepper you with questions about how you feel, and what you must do and what you would like to eat?  Does your morning refuse to open until you’ve read some media or watched a particular show?  Do you hope that something happened during sleep that made the world better or are you fed by the tragic episodes of a world gone wild?  What is the first good comment or encouragement you offer?  Do you go to shower before any speech, knowing that until you’ve had your morning routine you’re of little regard for anyone?

Are you at home or perhaps abroad?  Surrounded by loved ones or strangers?  What is the perfect environment that will breed that perfect day you seek?  How much money do you have, what car do you drive, how respected are you for the important work that you do?  Or are you totally content feeding the livestock, tending to the watering and maintenance of farm equipment and appliances?  Do you like to chat with others or keep thought reserved for self?  Do you write, do you sing, do you do a simple dance that you know anyone would laugh about as you wait for your tea?  What would you eat on this perfect morning?

I have to be honest this is most frequently how my days begin and they certainly never end up perfect.  Perhaps my perfect day will be that one that begins and ends with God, having taken time and care to follow His will for my life in between?