Late yesterday afternoon, I collapsed in my comfy corner chair and my friend settled into the recliner. I just got home after a busy day and she popped over. We were chatting when I happened to glance into my art room. The setting sun was creating rainbows on a picture. I paused our conversation long enough to snap the photo. I haven't altered it at all.
This is the thing. My memory verse for this week is so close to the one on my picture. It's found in Psalm 36:7 GNT
"How precious,O God, is your constant love. We find protection under the shadow of your wings."
God touched an ordinary moment, an everyday picture hung in my home with his light and spoke.
Ordinary life is His holy ground.
Oswald Chambers puts it this way.
"It does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty four hours in every day as a saint, to go through drudgery as a disciple, to live an ordinary life, unobserved, ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is inbred that we have to do exceptional things for God, but we have not.
We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes."
I am home in the County this week. I know, it's hard to keep track of me. :) I will tackle the mound of bills and billing to be done on my desk today. I will be submerged in the ordinary and sometimes meanness of life. I will look for the glimpses of God as he pulls back the curtain separating eternal and earthly and let's me know He's here, in each un-extraordinary moment.