This is the wonder: that of all the days of the year, the most important one is the everyday.
The everydays that are the most days of the year. These, the most days of our lives.
I think about these everydays that have me taking sun-dried sheets in off the line
or shoveling snow, these are the important days.
Everydays when I trip over excited little dogs
and the laundry mounts into its very own range and I finally think of something to make for dinner
when the head's weary tired and a wonderful aroma fills the air. All this.
This is the sacred everyday. I can miss it. How holy the moments are. How do we find ways to somehow live awake to the astonishing, ordinary wonder of all this? How do we find ways to somehow live so that everyday is consecrated?
We must find ways. For the ways we live our everydays is the way we live our lives. Psalm 105:1 Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what He has done.
and thanks for the everydays that you make into holidaze in my life! xxxo
I'll bet there are lots of things that you do that make your best friend feel inadequate. We all have special gifts. I guess I just needed to vent because it made me feel sort of punished for doing something well that I have worked at for my whole life and something that I love!