I woke up this morning to see the sun burning a deep orange red. It hung in the sky just long enough for me to stand at my kitchen window amazed at this part of God’s creation. I turned away briefly and when I looked back it took its normal place in the sky with its usual color. From the unexpected to the ordinary.
The past few weeks I haven’t seemed to have the time to write, to read or to reflect. My girls have kept me busy, but that’s not the reason why. Everything is starting to hurt. I’m missing friends more; missing my place in the scheme of things. I don’t think that I ask for a lot. I long for that perfect day- the kind of day where the kids wake up happy having slept well. We spend a peaceful morning reading and singing. Maybe we take a walk and watch the leaves begin to change color. We come home to have lunch, and both girls take a nap. A friend comes over and we sit at the table, drinking coffee and talking while muffins bake in the oven. The girls wake up and we spend the afternoon together playing and getting dinner ready for my love’s eminent return. A nice family meal, an evening walk and time at the park and then some family cuddle time on the couch before they turn in for bed. Finally, my day ends with time alone with my husband. I don’t think I am asking for too much. I don’t want riches, privilege or things; just time with friends and family. What makes me sad is that it seems so out of reach…All I want is the ordinary, but right now the ordinary has turned extraordinary. But the sun in the sky encouraged me. It was God’s message to me to not give up. Just when you think you know what to expect, God gives us something spectacular. Something special. Something out of reach.
Today I am going to expect the extraordinary. One of these days it will happen. He promised.