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...
day two: morning glory
day three: morning dance
day four: it is beautiful to love the ordinary
day five: every ordinary day
day six: warmth & laughter
day seven: all in a smile
day eight: love rocks
day nine: just add sunshine
day ten: the rain calls
day eleven: it takes courage
day twelve: make the ordinary come alive
day thirteen: the minutes that save the day
day fourteen: changing the way i see
day fifteen: heaven sent
day sixteen: wednesday nights
day seventeen: don't forget
day eighteen: come on, fiesta forever
day nineteen: even me
day twenty: they are why...
twenty-one: a walk around the block
day twenty-two: his sneakers
day twenty-three: the state of this heart
day twenty-four:
day twenty-five:
day twenty-six:
day twenty-seven:
day twenty-eight:
day twenty-nine:
day thirty:
day thirty-one:
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