Sometimes the day is just so busy that it is difficult to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. Some days just chew me up and spit me out at the end, after all the chores, cooking, cleaning, working, laundry and child-rearing. This is what happened yesterday, when I should’ve written day 10. The day was just so full of things to do that when I finally remembered to write something, it was too late and I was too tired.
And it reminds me that I don’t want to live my life like that, that I want to slow down, that life is not an emergency like Ann says. It’s the too-busy days that make me yearn for life on my dream ranch, with a mountain view, slowly drinking in my life, my babies, my husband, and my Lord.
But I don’t live on a ranch (yet), so I need to keep doing the best I can to live slowly, to live like a poem right where I am.
This post is a part of a 31 day series in which I write about the extraordinary in my ordinary moments. To see a list of all the other posts, click here.