Celebrating Mundane Days

One of the people who most inspires me  is Max Lucado. His writings are how I would write if I could. Sometimes, once I read him, I wish I would have written the same thing just the same way. So today, I am going to borrow some of his words to add to mine.

I have been thinking alot about all the people in California who are losing everything due to the fires. I have thought about each one that I have seen interviewed. Although there is great sadness in losing their homes and all their "stuff," they are thankful to escape with their life, their families and their pets. All the rest can be replaced. I think about how much they would wish for a boring day, with the same old routine.

     "You awoke today to a common day. No butler drew your bath. No maid laid out your clothes. Your eggs weren’t Benedict, and your orange juice wasn’t fresh squeezed. But that’s OK; there’s nothing special about the day. It’s not your birthday or Christmas; it’s like every other day. A common day. So you went to the garage and climbed into your common car. You’ve been told of executives and sheiks who are helicoptered to their offices. As for you, a stretch limo may have taken you to your wedding reception, but since then it’s been sedans and minivans. Common cars. Common cars that take you to your common job. You take it seriously, but you would never call it extraordinary. You’re not clearing your calendar for Jay Leno or making time to appear before Congress. You’re just making sure you get your work done before the six o’clock rush turns the Loop into a parking lot. You lead a common life. Punctuated by occasional weddings, job transfers, bowling trophies, and graduations – a few highlights- but mainly the day-to-day rhythm that you share with the majority of humanity."  (Max Lucado – Next Door Savior)

I have decided that I don’t want to miss it. In the midst of the mundane, I don’t want to despise the "daily" and ignore the lessons that are available all around me.  Piles of stuff throughout my house, indicate that I have much more than most. "Not enough hours in the day"  tell me my life is full.   Playful squirrels in my front yard bring smiles to my face and show me that there is much to be done before the onslaught of Winter. Loads of laundry let me know that we are blessed with plenty of clothes to wear. Enjoying a sunrise while most of the world sleeps helps me to remember to take none of it for granted. What about you? Are you listening to your common life? Rain pattering against the window. The giggle of a baby or the endless questions from a toddler. Can we not learn from a Monday commute or a midnight diaper change?

So I encourage you… take notes on your life. Next time when your life feels ordinary, you may want to pause and pay attention.  Pay attention to the people that surround you, the work that is calling your name and the world that you live in. You may find out that, although common, you are the key to making that life unique. You have your own story, your own approach, your own gifts and talents that make your life just what it is. Though common, no one has a life just like yours. Live it and celebrate it with eyes wide open!

Abundant Blessings,

Debbie~

About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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