Day 036: How Many Things Don’t We See?
I planned to write a different post tonight, but it was already getting late. I had an idea of what I wanted to say, but the words were not making it from my head and heart to my fingers to type. I knew I’d never be able to express all of wanted to say, so I guessed I’d have to put that particular post off, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about.
I came home from teaching, returned a few text messages, picked up my son, made dinner, cleaned up after dinner, and emptied out emails before finally settling down to read book number three from the Michael Vey Series to my youngest boy. Reading to him is just about my favorite part of the day, but some days we wait too long and both read exhausted.
That’s what happened tonight. By the time we finished reading, it was well passer when an “ordinary” mom have made her kids go to sleep. Sometimes living ordinary, is more Saint like than my living, not ordinary
It’s interesting. Since going on his quest to be a Saint, never mind a great one, I’ve been more aware than ever of how in adequate I am. That’s a story for another time though.
Tonight I was exhausted. We finish reading. My son is a wonderful, amazing, spectacular kid, so he brushed his teeth and went to bed. I started to do the same, but as every mother can attest to, when you start to go to bed the incomplete to do list of the day whispers in your ear unbiddeen
Finally, I had enough and decided to go to bed. At this point, I was so tired, I didn’t bother turning the bedroom light on. I know where pretty much everything is even though my room is the house dumping ground. Part of my wish to be a Saint, and a great one, will have to be decluttering and donating so much extra stuff, but again that’s something to discuss another time
In my exhaustion, I took off my shirt in the dark and something amazing happened! Changing for bed is something I’ve done countless times. This time, though, in the dark, I could see the static, electricity sparking off the fabric like miniature shooting stars in my bedroom. The sight filled me with joy, and I literally laughed out loud! Then I put the shirt in and took it off again a second time just to watch the sparks fly again. I was amazed to see it really did happen twice!
As I climbed into bed, I was still smiling to myself. I began thinking of how I can only see those miniatures fireworks because my room is dark. Had I not been so exhausted, I’ve taken my shirt off like any other day and missed the entire display.
It made me wonder how many other things I miss each day. I wondered what sort of energy is released when electricity flies around that we don’t know about? What angels are in our midst? What Saints answer the call when we cry out? What part of the Trinity is most active in our lives right now?
I wondered if I took more time to listen, learn, and be still, if I’d discover the answers to such questions
W now, I don’t have a lot of answers to any of my questions, but I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is so much more all around us than what we see.
To live, not ordinary, I’m going to put a greater effort toward noticing, being grateful for, and, God willing, having the Lord send me into whatever darkness He Wills, so that I can see flashes of His brilliance, His fireworks, His shooting stars, His celestial displays.
Lord, help me become a Saint. Help me Live, Not Ordinary in darkness and gratitude. Help me suffer not ordinary so your brilliant glory shines alone in the dark.
Gratitude Journal – May 16,2023
Thank You Lord for…
- My boys coming home.
- R eating dinner with us.
- having enough Disney to go around.
- C wanting to read.
- the massage gun for sore muscles.
- Sparkling displays in the dark!!!
- a repeat of the display which delighted me!
- knowing we have 16 more school days left.
- knowing we learn about beauty best in the dark!
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