masking & unveiling

Today was an Ordinary Day filled with Ordinary Things — quarrels between the boys, a fussy baby girl, random church tasks, and some last-minute laundry that needed to be washed by tomorrow. These Ordinary Things often find me whining about the mundane, repetitive nature of life.

But compared to seven years ago today, when the whole earth groaned under the crushing weight of The Extraordinary, the peace and rhythm and sameness of The Ordinary drives me to my knees in gratitude.

Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be.