According to the Liturgical calendar, these are the ordinary days. Ordinary defined as commonplace and unexceptional, and, yet, these are the most magical of days.
Ordinary defined as commonplace and unexceptional, and, yet, these are the most magical of days.
The ordinary rhythms of life, such as new beginnings, harvesting and sowing, freshly sharpened pencils, and new backpacks. We slowly transition from long hot days to shorter days and fall sweaters. The evening glow is more poignant than the summer skies, blue late into the day.
We fall into the rhythm of ordinary days. And, here we find God.
We find God in the midst of routines and earlier bedtimes. We see God in the pink-tinged sky soon after the dinner hour. We find God in the sowing and planting for next season.
He’s in the vibrant colors, the bulbs planted beneath the surface, scattered seeds from plants that are long past their prime. The golden hues of fresh cut hay laid over.
He is in the ordinariness of having coffee outside with a fresh morning chill and dew on the ground.
Fire-pits laid with new cut wood to gather around with friends on cooler evenings. Pumpkins and pumpkin spice everything tickles our senses.
The hope of extraordinary lies in each of these things.
The promise of extraordinary lies in each of these things.I don't want to live my days so in search of the exceptional that I miss the hope in the ordinary. Click To Tweet
I long to see God in every moment, the hard edges of life, the storms that draw us nearer. Rest greets in our ordinary. Comfort comes in the everyday-ness of life.
I have learned I am one who thrives in the ordinary. I am one who needs the rhythms.
I have become a searcher for all things extraordinary in the ordinary. I list them as they come to me, savor them and treasure them. When the days grow short of light and long of dark, I pull them out to remember that God is in all things.
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