It’s Friday. (Well, actually for me it’s Monday) Where hundreds of writers come together every week over at the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog to spend five minutes writing about one thing. One word. No hyper-editing. No getting in your own way. Just writing, flat out. The most important rule: encourage the writer who linked up before you. Won’t you join us?
I believe the closest glimpse I will ever get to God’s love is what I feel when I look at my children.
Today’s prompt: Ordinary
It would be easy to write my life off as ordinary. I am a stay-at-home mom. Most of my days look the same, with the same schedule and routine, and there are few variations week to week aside from the impromptu trip to the fall festival or a trip to see the in-laws. I take my oldest son to the bus stop at the same time every morning and pick him up at the same time every afternoon.
Often, I daydream about white sand beaches and turquoise blue ocean waters whisking me away, with soft island music playing a sweet melody. A fruity drink in one hand and my lover’s fingers intertwined in the other.
One day that may happen. But that is not my day to day reality.
But you see, my life is anything but ordinary. Because I am loved by a God who created the Heavens and the universe and somehow thought about me all at the same time. He knows every worry wrinkle in my brow. He knows the words on my tongue before I speak. He is the source of the only perfect love in all eternity, and He has covered me, drenched me with it so that at times I feel as though I can’t even breathe.
And that, my friends, if words can even be found to describe such a love, is extraordinary.