For normal days. Morning-reading work deadlines computer hassles egos and personalities housework laundry cleaning picking-up budget-keeping bill-paying children worrying worrying worrying traffic licensed drivers who shouldn’t be car trouble headaches back pains needing reading glasses age creeping up praying praying praying…. The routine. Ordinary days.
Because I know all too well what the other days, the not-so-normal days, can be like.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me
learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me
not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One
day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the
pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and
want, more than all the world, your return. ~Mary Jean Iron
~ Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don’t unravel.
Yes, the not so normal days just stink. I know you have been there way too many times, and obviously we have too. That’s why I love normal, boring and dull. I’ll take that any day. But, God is always there, guiding us, sending us angels and providing comfort in times of distress. Longing for some boring days soon.
Yes, God is always there, in the normal and not so normal days. Thankfully.
Ah, yes…wonderful reminder! Ü
Beautiful sentiment – Connie! You are so right!
Take Care,
Joyce
Normal days?? What are those? Can’t remember the last one – lol!
Yeah, you’re on quite a streak my friend.