I was thinking this morning about the blessing of ordinary days. Those days when nothing out of the realm of normal occurs are often considered inconsequential or boring. Every day we are given to live, love and experience here on earth is a gift. So often the gift is taken completely for granted.
How many thousands of people woke up in Japan on Friday and lamented that their day would be ordinary and dull? "Ho-Hum, going to work" or "Heavy sigh, another day of changing diapers and chasing toddlers". Everything the people of Japan knew about an ordinary existence was literally shaken out from under them. Ordinary no longer exists in that part of the world. The people near the epicenter of the earthquake and resulting tsunami are now fully engulfed in a world of fear, chaos and incomprehensible damage and loss. They would probably give anything to have the opportunity to return to ordinary.
This morning I woke up in my slightly wrinkled and moderately overweight middle-aged body in my average American home. I have an husband whom I dearly love and three healthy, happy children, although all four of them get on my nerves some days, I wouldn't trade any of them. I am blessed. On this ordinary day in my ordinary life I have more than most -- for this I am grateful. Tomorrow it could all be gone and I am going to be thankful for it today.
Now, our God, we give you thanks,
and praise your glorious name.
How is your ordinary extraordinary?
In His Peace -