finding holy in the mundane

mother's day was real
here on the mountain
mouse poop in the silverware drawer
no milk to make cake for the celebration
one son not home until late morning
the other in need of discipline
no small group meeting for smiles and hugs and word
but finding joy in this real life
means discovering holy in the mundane
so i continue counting the god gifts
from one to one-thousand...

644. my low-voiced boys hiding gifts for me behind their backs
645. chris making brownies from scratch
646. blue birds diving at my head to protect their young
647. meeting a blogger friend in real life
648. spending time with my high school friend, anita
649. god working through me to speak to a group of women
650. chatting on the phone with my girl, the one i mentor
651. salad straight from the garden
652. dog happy to see me
653. watching mom open her mother's day gifts

in what ways do you find holy in the mundane?

linking with:

michelle for hear it monday, use it on sunday, ann for 1000 gifts, l.l. for on, in, and around mondays

joan for sharing his beauty, laura for playdates with god jen for soli deo gloria and
shanda for on your heart tuesdays

american greetings

i have the hallmark kind of mother’s day

my mom is living and well

i have two healthy children

blessed beyond measure

but i know

for every man woman child who hugs mom

there is one who longs for just one more chance

for every woman who watches her children sleeping
there is one who cries in anguish over a lost one

for every woman who holds a newborn today

there is one who wonders why she can’t conceive

for every man woman child who takes a walk with mom today

there is one sleeping in an ICU waiting room day in day out

i hear their cries

echoing off the mountains

there is no hallmark card for them

bring them solace today, oh Lord

I love the words in Isaiah,

promising us a savior who will:

...bestow on them a crown of beauty

instead of ashes,

the oil of gladness

instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness,

a planting of the LORD

for the display of his splendor.

Linking to Women Living Well, Moments of Whismy, and the run-a-muck