Every school year is different from the one before. I suppose that even days are always different from the one before and each day had it's own troubles. This year, I find I have little time for solitude. I love the word solitude. It speaks to me of quiet reflection, peace and quietness of the soul. My days are filled and often I feel like Susanna Wesley and I need to throw my apron over my head to pray.
When I was a young woman, I was always worried about having a ministry or having a job or all the things that seem important when you are young. I thought somehow I would miss it all by choosing to say home and raise my babies. How could anything that mundane be important? One of the things I think this age causes in which we live is to forget the quietness and peace of just living an ordinary life. In the book " Be Still My Soul, by Elisabeth Elliot she says " The way of the Cross is an ordinary street in an ordinary city. It is an ordinary life lived in the grace of God. There is a pot of gold there that is a king's reward, but it comes at the end of the journey."
As a woman who has spent the greater part of her life living an very ordinary life, just taking care of my family, waiting 20 years for my first report card which came when my daughter was accepted into college is a long time to wait to find out if your ordinary life mattered or not.
In the past, I thought so much about if I was doing the will of God, but now I understand these words so much better than I did then. " Do you think the Shepherd is going to make it hard for the sheep to follow Him? The Shepherd is much more interested in making sure the sheep get to where they belong than the sheep are in getting there.
So today, I will be doing ordinary things, in an ordinary house, doing all of my ordinary things. I am still so thankful that I have given a life filled to the brim with lots of ordinary things.
Have a lovely Monday,
I hope it is just a normal, ordinary day.