“Let us go to an ordinary street to feel that life is beautiful with all the ordinary things, with cats around, with children playing, with laundries hanged out, with people wandering aimlessly!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan, Turkish author and playwright
Last evening, two of us went to a track meet in a small city in Ohio. Nothing unusual happened.
No one was hurt, save one girl who had a minor run in with a hurdle. No one yelled anything crude or racist or mean. In fact, applause seemed random, as likely to be directed at one team as another, at the beauty of the fleetest runner as at the last to chug resolutely over the finish line.
When a storm cut the event somewhat short, parents dutifully signed their children out, filed quietly to their cars and exited the parking lot just ahead of the wind and rain. Drivers familiar with the layout of the lot and town streets took pains to let out-of-staters into the lanes they needed to be in in order to make it back to the interstate.
I’m not even entirely sure who “won.”
Well, alright! After years in journalism, where my days revolved around what was new, bad or otherwise in need of watch-dogging, I’m now glad to experience a “no news” day. As a mid-life mom, I rejoice in such days!
May each of our today’s be equally ordinary. May our coffee come out the drive-thru window just like we ordered it. May the kids come home unscarred and unafraid. May ours spouses come home faithful. May water flow out of our kitchen sinks as disease free as ever. May the dog snore quietly at our feet come evening.
May we all enjoy God’s daily load of ordinary blessings with a spirit of extraordinary thankfulness.