God in the ordinary

There are a lot of very ordinary days, very quiet ones, at this stage in our lives.  Nothing to write home about.  A simple list of tasks accomplished represents the day, at least to all outward appearances.

What did I do today…

–pedaled 40 miles with my honey, to keep us in shape, body and soul
–peeled apples for a crisp
–made a quick dish of fresh applesauce with roadside apples
–beat up a pan of fresh hot buns for supper with company
–threaded my way around another row of pine needles out on the porch in the late afternoon sun,  shaping a wee basket, while the coolness of fall invited thoughts of Thanksgiving on the way…
–sat here at my laptop wondering what to say this week, what is the Lord teaching me?
–and got distracted from my ponderings to research hand eczema and what to do about its persistent and maddening itch!

These are the externals, this is what you would have seen if you were here today watching… pretty uneventful.

But then there are the quiet unseen things—the ‘aha’ moments of reassurance that I am just where God intends for me to be.  He has purposes for me here in these simple quiet days.  He doesn’t give all the answers to our questions and frustrations but He gives peace.   And that is enough for now.

Pine Needle Basket #2

Even in the ordinary days God is at work  directing, influencing, leading, sustaining, enabling—not just in my little world but in His whole universe! It’s sometimes just a matter of learning to see the unseen, to hear the inaudible, and to believe He is who He says He is.

And in the backdrop of my daily-nesses lie the grand truths that make it all worth living.  I woke up with these lyrics in my mind:

…Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.1

And snatches of these verses too which I looked up to get straight:

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.2

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own. 3

And on a very ordinary days these are thoughts to ponder that go far beyond the ordinary!

–LS

Let me hear what God the LORD will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, to his saints; but let them not turn back to folly.  Surely his salvation is near to those who fear him, that glory my dwell in our land.
Ps.85:8,9

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1    It is Well with My Soul –Horatio Spafford

2   Rock of Ages Augustus M. Toplady

3   And Can It Be that I Should Gain –Charles Wesley

One thought on “God in the ordinary

  1. Now that school has started again, I long for the routine of apples and daily tasks checked off on a list.
    I love the cozy feel of this post, and I am trusting with you for guidance in the midst of the "daily-nesses."

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