Sunsets and Clean Bathrooms3
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how boring every-day-life can be.
When there is something fun or exciting to look forward to, I’m quicker to get out of bed…and with a better attitude. There’s a lilt to my step and my cheery attitude makes the day more inviting. Like last Thursday. Benny planned a day off — his first in awhile — and we were both looking forward to it. At the last minute I had to schedule an appointment related to some work I do for my oldest son. No big deal: Benny would come with me and we’d leave from there for some leisurely time together. I woke up that morning happy!
Then something unexpected came up and the day didn’t go as planned. As the realization descended that I wasn’t going to get the much-anticipated time with my hubby that I happily got out of bed for, I found myself becoming moody. I snapped at him about something he said, then over-reacted to my dog barking to come in from the back yard.
What had changed since I had so happily welcomed the day just two hours earlier?
Life set in. This wasn’t going to be a “special” day with something fun to look forward to. It was going to be a routine day of normal stuff. I'm reminded of times as a girl when I had something new to wear to school. When a new outfit was involved, I didn’t hit the alarm snooze but eagerly got up to put on my new clothes and head off to school. No new clothes meant a “same old” start to my day.
I’ve been asking myself why “same old” can be so unattractive to me? What desires rule my heart that tempt me to minimize the value and importance of normal, every day stuff?
19th century philosopher Frederick W. Faber said, ”The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life.”
Seriously? Is cleaning my floors or making a pot of spaghetti sauce or ironing my husband’s shirt more beautiful than mountains, sunsets and a star-filled sky?
I will be writing more this week about what’s going on in my heart. I’m grateful for the Lord's gentle reminders that being faithful in the mundane of life is pleasing to Him. As the Author of my days, He doesn't see them as unpoetic, but as beautiful.
Off to clean my bathroom.