Sometimes we all feel like a little kid who moans, "Nothing ever happens around here. I am sooo bored."
It took me a long time to learn to be thankful for boring days.
Lately I've been reminded why I should.
Too many people I know suddenly found themselves wishing they could go back a day or a week or a year to before.
Before those medical tests.
Before that pink slip.
Before that stroke.
As if often does, life smacked them up the side of their heads and proved it can turn upside-down in an instant.
I don't know whether these friends yearned for some kind of change, but that's what they got, big time. In a finger-snap they looked at their lives through different eyes.
Who wouldn't? Who doesn't?
Webster's defines "boring" as "dull, tiresome, etc." The same old, same old.
But what's so bad about that? There's comfort in the same old, same old.
Too often I forget.
That's a good time to jot down what I value most and what/who I count on. Then I notice I've just listed my blessings. They were there all the time, but I was blind.
With new clarity I understand again that life is fragile and I catch my breath. Do I pray? You betcha, with all my heart. Lord, please let me have more of the same old, same old. Help me stay fresh in the midst of the familiar.
I need reminding, which is why I love a quote from Mary Jean Iron. I found it years ago and tacked these words to my bulletin board. Maybe they will speak to your heart as they do to mine.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are . . . Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect Tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Sounds like a restating of what the psalmist said in Psalm 118:24:
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Many people repeat these words every morning after they wake up. Sounds like a useful habit, doesn't it?
Peace and JOY,
Lenore
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