My old ungrateful self use to always dread Mondays. Those heavy anxious feelings would start Sunday night while making lunches, filling water bottles and getting back packs ready. By Friday I would have grudgingly packed 20 turkey sandwiches. The tedious tasks of the weekly routine used to feel empty and lonely. I dreaded the after school juggle of homework, snacks, cooking dinner, activities, fighting children and crying baby. It was simply chaos that had me watching the clock. I spent it wishing for time to move faster.
The chaos has not changed, but I have. Gratitude changes things. I can now see the grace in the mundane routine. A turkey sandwich is not a thing of great beauty or worldly significance. But a nourishing, healthy lunch packed with care is an act of love, a thing of God. Seeing God in the daily grind has changed my life. I could cry for the hours that I wasted, wishing time would fly by while waiting for Jason to return home from work. Hours wasted when I was blind to the all the joy. Now, I want to cherish every moment of loud chaos. I want to soak up the joy of the humdrum. I want to see the beauty of the turkey sandwich. Thank you, Lord for the everyday things....
#81 waking up to cooing
#82 stacks of fresh clean laundry waiting to be put away
#83 grocery shopping and meal planning
#85 the refrigerator covered with masterpieces
#86 baths & clean kids
#87 fresh sheets on the bed
#88 hot showers
#89 kissing baby feet
#90 fresh sweet fruit