It's 9pm and I'm in the kids room trying to figure out what to write about. I pulled out John and continued reading a couple chapters. Hmm. Nothing stands out. Walk the the Examen -- a detailed reflection of the day noticing when God was present, and where God felt far away. Nothing stands out. It was an ordinary day.
This was just a day to be faithful. So I guess I'll tell you about it.
It started with school drop off. Well actually, it stated with cleaning the house, feeding the chicks and getting everyone ready. THEN doing drop off. Zander forgot his backpack. So I drove to school twice.
Nervously, I stopped by the doctors for my first mammogram which was a quicker appointment than I expected and much less of a big deal than I thought it would be.
After the morning bustle, I settled into homeschooling. I spent most of the day teaching Eddie to write.
We watched a lecture on Constitutional History and discussed Supreme Court cases from the early 1800s regarding US relations with Indian tribes. There was a lot of meat to talk about. We also just finished reading "The Boy who Harnessed the Wind" about a boy in Malawi who taught himself about electricity and built a windmill to try to better life for his family. Painstakingly, I helped Eddie reflect and articulate. Writing is hard for him. It takes a ton of focus and patience to help him. Luckily, I love learning and enjoy the classes.
I cleaned and cooked and attended a work meeting. I dealt with email and I did another round of lessons with Eddie then dropped off groceries and mail to Sonja. I picked up the other kids and fed them after school snacks.
As a family, we're on book 3 of a four book series. We reached the exciting part last night and they asked if we could "do a read along after school" and try to finish the book. I told them we could after they put away laundry.
After laundry and chores and homework. We spent all afternoon laying around while I read the last 100 pages outloud. My voice is scratchy. But we finished.
While I read, the kids made 3D sculptures out of tin foil and for a while, Miles decided to play in the sprinkler in the back yard. Zander found some styrofoam from an Amazon box and used a screwdriver to carve into it.
It was messy.
I did a lot of cleaning up and another round of food before getting everyone ready for bed. Philip pounded classical music on the piano. I checked on the baby chicks and got them another round of water.
Everyone climbed into bed to hear the last chapter. I finished reading, closed the book, snuggled Zander and turned off lights.
9:00 and everyone is settling into bed and I'm sitting quietly in their room reflecting on the day and trying to conjure up something deep and meaningful to share.
God did speak to me today.
Calmed my nerves at the doctor,
instructed and challenged me through history and literature lessons,
inspired me as a teacher,
gave me joy at watching my little image-bearers fall into creative spaces and
hovered over us as we enjoyed a good story.
I'm tired and happy at the end of another day of living out this call in this chapter. Im thankful for this time. It is a blessing to have this time with my kids.
It is an ordinary kind of meeting God.
Nothing supernatural, yet small slow unfolding miracles on all sides of me.
Faith was a verb. It was showing up and staying present all day. And now, as the day closes, I have no remarkable theological insight to share here. Just a quiet contentment that follows a day that I have been where I've needed to be, doing what I've been called to do.
If today felt ordinary for you and perhaps difficult to see God. Perhaps, God was with you anyways. Perhaps, in the ordinary routine of your day, you too lived out the call of this season.
This is enough. God has all the rest.
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