Jun
26
2014
Life Can Be So Daily
Posted in Family Life 2 Comments
If it is Tuesday, you will probably find me cleaning.
A day to clean bathrooms, dust, and vacuum.
I have cleaned on Tuesdays for as long as I can remember.
Unless something else more important was scheduled on that day.
If it is Thursday, you will probably find me at the grocery store.
Shelves seem to be better stocked on this day to get ready for the weekend.
I have food shopped on Thursdays for as long as I can remember.
Unless something else more important was scheduled on that day.
Creature of habit.
Perhaps.
With five children and a house to manage, set days for some things was a necessity.
My calendar needed to be written in pencil.
Life can be so daily sometimes.
Often, the routine can be comforting.
However, sometimes, the routine feels very repetitious.
The same things over and over, day after day.
A young mother experiences the dailiness of life.
When she is caring for young children, her days have a sort of sameness to them.
Another diaper, another feeding, reading the same book for the hundredth time.
She can tell you with accuracy what she will be doing on any given day.
Can she, really?
Did she count on the hummingbird that sipped nectar from the flowers on her deck?
Did she expect to find a spider web meticulously designed right outside her back door?
Did she know that this would be the day her baby would take those precious first steps?
Did she realize that her child would learn to tie his shoes before lunchtime?
Did she even think that playing in the bathtub would bring her little girl so much joy?
Did she imagine that magnificent art would be drawn on the driveway?
Did she plan that impromptu trip to outer space in a rocket made only of sofa pillows?
Did she dream that she would experience such peace as her child slept on her lap?
Did she fathom that her culinary skills would be needed for a grand tea party for two?
Did she envision a day when fort building would come before reading her book?
Did she consider that her wardrobe would now include exquisite dress-up clothes?
Did she imagine she could ever love another person this much?
She looks around at the dishes still on the counter.
She notices that the beds have yet to be made.
She can easily sink into despair.
She can easily slump into a “this is too much for me” mentality.
The enemy of her soul accuses.
You should be better at this!
You didn’t get anything accomplished today!
Did you really do anything that mattered?
She wants to hang her head in her hands and agree with the accusing voice inside her.
She wants to have the kind of house that is featured on a magazine.
She wants to be able to lay the mail on the table and not have it stick to strawberry jelly.
She wants to be perfect.
But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for your, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9,10)
She needs a new daily perspective.
We all do!
We need to see the dailiness of life as a gift.
We need to be thankful for the routine.
The moments that make daily life extraordinary cannot be seen or measured.
They are the hidden moments, the ordinary moments that become spectacular.
They are the little things we walk right by in our rush to get the “important” things done.
They never shout at you to get your attention; they just are.
They are easily missed unless you have eyes to see the ordinary.
They are easily dismissed if they get in the way of the routine.
They take time and require us to give of ourselves, extensively.
They reap amazing blessings that keep on multiplying.
Life is daily.
With new eyes, you can see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
With a different perspective you can see Him in the routine.
He abides there.
He loves to show us glimpses of His glory in the most unexpected places.
Nothing is routine when seen through His eyes.
He delights in the little details that you have to really look for in order to see.
He delights in all that He has made and wants us to delight in them, too.
Little arms wrap around her neck.
Little kisses brush against her cheek.
Little eyes look lovingly into hers.
A little voice whispers as soft as butterfly wings, I love you, Mommy.
Just that is enough to shake her out of the daily doldrums.
Just that is enough to show her the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Just that is evidence of His grace.
And that is enough, more than enough.
Still learning this simple lesson about simple living in trust. Thanks.
Michelle,
I’m learning this lesson as well.
Gina