It was hard to get out of bed this morning. A restless night full of regrets, doubt, hopelessness, but then finally came remembering and trusting, and hope was renewed. Each day his mercies are new. But still....nothing special planned for today. A summer day restricted and bound by budget and a work schedule. No day at the beach, no vacation planned for us. Yet as I saw the faces of my kids sitting around the table waiting for the next flour tortilla fresh out of the "comal" I felt it - joy and peace. They were enjoying a quiet moment around the table. Giggling without any expectations for today except the thought that there is a newly acquired lawnmower box waiting for them to play with.
I think that it was through the discovery of Ann Voscamp's blog A Holy Experience, many many years ago, that I realized that I could find God in the everyday things of our lives as mothers. So an ordinary day in the life of an ordinary family becomes holy ground. Even among brokenness and sorrow His Spirit still moves and brings forth good fruit.
