Right now, I am sitting in the silence of this moment. In one of my favorite “just be” places. It is not my favorite hour of the evening. There is still the lingering hustle and bustle of the day–a load of laundry running, dishes waiting to be washed, son studying, hubby recuperating from surgery forcing himself to be still, and I’m trying to stop myself from ticking off in my brain all the things yet undone. Thankful that dinner for tomorrow is already prepared and we are one day closer to weekend. Right now is divine as I pause to put pen to page—fingers to keyboard—and find meaning in the mundane. The laundry. The dishes. The everyday rhythms of a household, of a life. It is all meaningful. It is all sacred. Gift and grace. So, as I survey the “yet to be done” landscape, I sigh with gratitude for the mundane, for the unremarkable, for the extraordinary sacredness of this ordinary moment.
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I join with you Chandra in that sentiment. Too often we can either grumble about the mundane or feel it is nothing special. But I too am grateful for these ordinary moments as they are a gift from God.
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Indeed, they are. And we would go crazy if life were always colorful and exciting.
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AMEN. Thank you for this reminder of the extraordinary nature of the ordinary. I was especially caught by your sentence, “… the lingering hustle and bustle of the day.” Isn’t it amazing how the day keeps reverberating within us, long after it is finished?
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Yes. I answer this as I am responding to emails and working to “put out fires” long after I “left work.” 😀
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🙏🙏🙏
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