celebrating the ordinary...

It is all around us, like weeds in a field.
The daily, the rote, the oh yes this again.
Life lived through the motions... the ordinary.

I need to slow down... for that is when I realize that the ordinary is what makes us, and without it we'd be nothing.  Some days I forget that this life I'm living is not a string of days blocking my way to the weekend, but a string of days He has fashioned just for me.  Mostly,  those days are messy... shoes piled by the couch, dishes in the sink, a heart that beats both elated and aching for the very same girl.   But the messy doesn't end at the weekend... and I shouldn't begin there.  He made seven days... and if He made them, I should dance through them.

Oh God, help me see... that the ordinary should be celebrated.  I want to look beyond the piles and see adventure and time spent laughing over dinner... that a basket of laundry could be more than just dirt from a week of living, and a field of weeds just might be a field of fairy flowers instead...

Update: When I wrote this last year, I had big plans.  Plans for a whole month of celebrating ordinary. I felt ready and excited, and then sickness set in and took me down. I didn't even really care that I failed my challenge... but now?  I want to try again. Resurrect it. Give ordinary its due.  So here we go again...