Tuesday, July 13, 2010

This is my offering-- My Common, Ordinary, Everyday Life

So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.
- Romans 12:1-2 The MSG

Perhaps you’ve noticed a bit of different writing style on here since the first of the month…. Perhaps you’ve noticed there is a simple post on my every day living…. I decided that for the month of July I would jot down the beauty and blessings and wonder of all that is my life as it happens each day and as I jotted and doodled in my journal, I thought to myself…. Wouldn’t this be something lovely to post on my blog—the wonder of ordinary days?!
Oh, how I love this simple, glorious ordinary everyday life I live…. These posts speak to me of that everyday living…. And open my eyes that much wider to the beauty, blessings and wonder. I see pieces I never saw before…. Hear snippets of my life and loves that my ears never really tuned into before….
There is joy here, deep, deep joy that seeps into the soul and settles there that I was somehow lacking before….
And a contentment, ah, such sweet contentment that brings rest in the midst of chaos….
I really am living a common, contented life….
Why does that surprise me so?
I love my life.
I love the simple every day ordinary-ness of it.
I love standing at the window washing dishes while watching my children outside playing or hear them sitting at the table… all of us chatting as my hands nimbly wash and rinse forks and spoon…
I love making my own bread… the thrill of such a simple home-keeping accomplishment.
And tasting the fruit of my labors while it’s still warm and the butter soaks in before that first bite. There is something different about homemade bread… it tastes sweeter and doesn’t need jam…
I love growing and tending and harvesting our own gardens.
And putting up the harvest to be enjoyed during the cold, dark days of winter…
Making cherry lemonade with fruit from our own tree.
That welcome home kiss we share each and every ordinary day….
I love the sound of his footsteps on the stairs—the creak of the porch swing as we rock and talk.
The flip-flap of the metal mailbox heralding the mail delivery.
The way the 100+ year old windows slightly rattle when the front door closes.
I love snuggling with the kids and Mr. Steady watching old TV shows on DVD and gorging on buttered popcorn and root beer floats.
I love squeezing together our family of 5 on a blanket nestled on top of sweet smelling grass and watching the stars… how the kiddos will, on by one, get up and scatter to catch fie flies.
I love my life.
Folding clothes and ironing cloth napkins…
My children picking flowers and herbs to fill mason jars for Mama Bouquets…
Cooking from scratch
I love the home that we’ve made
The life that we’ve made together as a family…


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