Today has been simply an ordinary day. I did laundry, read, watched football, ate popcorn. Mary Jean Iron writes, “Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.”
Today I celebrate the ordinary life … and seek to hear the music and rhythm of poetry in my day …
… the rich fragrance of coffee –
the comfort of well-worn clothing –
… quiet reading of books on my nightstand
winter hues, gray, white sparkling outside my window …
Judith Viorst writes in one stanza …
I’ll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I’ve turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Paul writes in Romans 12 … “Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.” Today I do just that … here is my everyday, ordinary life … take it, use it … use me!