sacred in the ordinary l dad

just a picture of carrot cake. i'm making the kids' recipe book and it is coming along famously. i'd added the category 'christmas goodies' to be able to not only include our favorite christmas cookies growing up but those 'other' recipes that we remember. like aunt shirley's carrot cake recipe. dad's favorite. oh - and that is dad's hand holding a piece of carrot cake. sacred memory in the ordinary is simply extraordinary. dad had stuck a fork in it to show just how thick and moist the cake was, full of sweet and carrots. and dad's wrist watch. he always wore his watch on the inside of his wrist instead of the outside like ordinary people do. just another extraordinary memory of a very ordinary occasion. sure the sacred in this ordinary made me cry. but that is extraordinary too. crying is so good for the soul when we can cry wonderful tears of amazing memories. i think God gives us these sacred memories in an otherwise ordinary day to remind us of the extraordinary - like dad.

Sacred in the Ordinary is Extraordinary

There has been a small baby bird in our yard and in our neighbors driveway the past couple of days. He either fell out of the tree or his momma pushed him in hopes he was ready to fly. He wasn't quite ready. He tries though.

The little bird really doesn't need to worry because momma is right there for him. She swoops down and reassures him that she is there to provide for him and meet his needs. And she won't leave him.

She gathers food.


And feeds him.

She watches over head. She makes sure her little one is safe.

And when he calls. She is there waiting.

Hoosier Man showed me these photos yesterday that he'd taken of our little treasure in the front yard. He's made sure the neighbor and our sons too don't mess with the little bird otherwise the momma won't come back for it. But when I was looking at the photos this morning...

I couldn't help but be reminded of my God who watches over me. Who provides for my needs. Who is waiting for me to call.

Sacred in the Ordinary

Sharing an evening meal with a small family of three who in a few short weeks will be headed to another country to share the love of Christ. An ordinary meal of tacos; and ordinary friendship; an extraordinary time of food shared, friendship shared, love shared, Christ shared. The mission field could be far away in another country where our friends are going - or it could be our dining room table - that would be sacred.

Sacred in the Ordinary

Sometimes life moves so fast that when we look back on just yesterday we recall but an ordinary day. I don't think that God wants us to have just ordinary days. I think He wants us to have extraordinary days. To find His that is sacred in the ordinary.

The other day the boys and I were driving home and to our west was a cumulunimbis. There was a break in the clouds and the suns rays were making the clouds golden and the rays themselves could be seen almost shooting up and out of the clouds. "Boys, look at the sky!" I exclaimed in awe. "Wow!" they responded.   "Isn't God awesome; to give us such a beautiful sky?" and that is the extraordinary in an otherwise ordinary day. Not to be overlooked. But to exclaim,"God, you're cool!"