In Praise Of An Ordinary Day
I came across these lines this morning and I really want to share them with you. When I think back to the times I was laid low by chemo, sick and tired, how I longed for an ordinary day. And since the death of my mother, I would give anything to spend one more ordinary day with her again. Reading these words as I start my day makes me grateful to be facing an ordinary day. How about you?
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face into the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Mary Jean Iron