It’s 7:02 am. This morning has been more than ordinary. In fact this entire week has been more than ordinary.
It’s involved the familiar rhythms of alarms forcing me to open my eyes, opening the door to let the dog in, searching for the same 7 items I put into my smoothie every morning, kissing my husband goodbye and then settling down for work.
There was a time when this mundane life would have driven me mad. When all I would have wanted was more excitement, more challenges, more . . .
These days I am so grateful for days that pass without chemo or radiation for my husband or a phone call from family about in vitro complications.
I love these days of ordinary
I am grateful for them because my experience of being alive has told me they don’t last. That sooner or later the plateau gives way to a valley or a mountain – a challenge that will require me to be brave even as I wipe the tears streaming down my face.
I used to think that “blessed” referred only to the times when life was good. You know the moments when you hear you don’t have cancer, or have a healthy child, or get the promotion you have wanted for the longest time.
Then the hard days came and I learnt that I am blessed even in the midst of weekly visits to talk with an oncologist about treatment options, or when I hold my nephew with Down Syndrome and the biggest grin spreads across his mouth.
Now I’m learning that I’m blessed when life is full of routine, that all of life is holy. And I’m learning to speak that gratitude out loud to say, “Thank you God for this ordinary, holy day.”
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Wendy is married to Xylon, who talks non-stop about cycling, and makes her laugh. She writes for anyone who has ever held a loved one’s hand through illness, ever believed in God despite hard circumstances or ever left on a spontaneous overseas holiday with just a backpack. You can follow her story and subscribe to receive her free eBook, Life, Life and More Life at her website.
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