~ Ordinary Sunday ~

Here, on this cold Sunday morning in late January, an ordinary morning has transpired.

A Mom got up with her 2 kids. Fixed breakfast. Little Einsteins was on in the background. Got 2 kids ready to go to church. Got myself ready to go to church. Looked at the pile of dishes in the sink, thought about the laundry in the dryer that needed to be folded. Saw the toys on the floor from last night and they blurred into the rest of the things that need to be put away.

In passing through this Sunday morning, I made mental notes on my eternal to-do list.

But...what if I looked at this morning through different eyes.

What if I reflected on the sweet, sweet cuddles I received from my little girl when she crawled into my bed at dawn? She navigated herself to the warm, occupied part of my bed and cradled herself against me.


And I got to breathe in her sweet strawberry smelling hair and hold the same little girl in my arms who I first held 5 years ago when she was laid across my body with a loud cry and a hundred "I love you's" coming from my lips.







What if when I was making eggs, I noticed the smiles from the silly song I made up, "Making eggy weggies, in the pan you go! It's an eggy weggy Sunday...don't you know!" and how eager they are to help cook? Would I notice how much they love to hang out with me in the simplest of ways? And how much they bless my life, even in a kitchen with dishes in the sink and crumbs on the floor?


And the toys I stepped over - well, they created one of the memories that will forever be in the "filebox" of my heart. Last night, Alena & I had a random pre-bedtime tea party on my bedroom floor - jammies and all. Not only will I never forget the careful, sweet way she filled my princess cup with invisible tea and how she made sure I had a beautiful slice of "wedding" cake, but also how she kissed my cheek and told me how beautiful my hair looked sprawled out on the floor.

These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive.















And what if I noticed that even though my time with my hot coffee and the Word was not completely quiet in the other room, I realized that the voices of my son and daughter playing a lego game were blessed sounds to have in the background of a home. They are voices of little people growing in this world, on this date, in this home.

So...on a normal, ordinary Sunday in late January, a life and family lives. With toys on the floor, eggs on breakfast plates, jammies on little bodies, and a Mom realizing that there might never be enough time in the day but there will always be enough love throughout it.

“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes