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How to add a little Sparkle to your Ordinary

Are you familiar with the phrase, the liturgy of the ordinary?

walking the dog
Walking the dog

How much do we pay attention to the daily practices that absorb our time and skew our perspective simply through their mundane repetition?

watering the plants
Watering the plants

As I picked up my groceries the other day, I had a startling reminder that we can experience more joy and connectedness in our daily hustle, sowing seeds a little along the way, rather than resigning ourselves to the drudgery of repetitive chores or errands.

I pulled up into slot #7 & called the pick-up number to notify them of my arrival. Someone answered and yelled into the phone, “WALMART GROCERY PICKUP!” I was so startled I almost dropped the phone, noticing that I already had ringing in my ear from the loud screech.

Almost immediately, the voice on the other end of the line began to apologize, laughing nervously. I asked, Is this Tanya? It was my turn to surprise her because I recognized her voice. “Uh, yeah” she replied somewhat sheepishly. I told her my name and she began laughing, saying “Oh, it’s you! I’m SO sorry! I’ll be right out!”

Typically I don’t call the number. I usually activate the app as I’m leaving my house to warn them of my impending arrival. In fact, I had never talked to Tanya on the phone before.  

How did I know it was her?

Instinctively, I knew it was her because the two of us have been part of each other’s Liturgy of the Ordinary.

As part of her job, she rolls out my grocery order, informs me of substitutions, and cheerfully loads my groceries in the back of my well-lived-in cargo area. As part of my  Momjob, I’m frequently in the waiting zone, rolling down my window and squiggling my autograph on her order phone.

Tanya and I have chatted over the course of the last few months as our mundane duties have bumped us  together more often than I’d like to admit. (A household of teenaged appetites is my excuse for such frequent visits, not poor menu planning…surely not!)

We have become familiar with one another, often sharing a knowing smile of “here we go again!” as we move through our well-choreographed grocery dance.

What began as an ordinary Monday grocery pick-up this week turned into laughter and connection, giving us both a boost of positive energy to resume our rote routines. She hugged me spontaneously and said something along the lines of “Thanks for always being so great! You’re awesome!”

full cartAs I drove home with my grocery bags jostling each other, I was lighter in spirit and grateful for a little unexpected sparkle in my day.

The mundane task of putting all the food away and preparing the next meal still loomed, but my perspective shift was noticeably clearer.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us.” Psalms 90:17

 

By the way, if you don’t know about grocery store pick-ups, do it! I wish it had been available when my kiddos were younger and in carseats… a game-changer, for sure!

Now, go discover the Sparkle in your Ordinary day, my friend!

 

I wonder

We’re all familiar with the preschool song about twinkling stars in the dark sky…how I wonder what you are…” 

As we’re careening to the end of school, the long stretch of summer prompts us all to wonder a bit more than usual.

WONDER – to think or speculate curiously

My youngest peppers me with questions when we’re out together, asking how things work or pointing out advertising anomalies that don’t make common sense on the surface.

I often stumble through my responses and together we generate a lot of hypotheses, sometimes mutually agreeing to consult Syri in hopes that her lofty British accent will produce a more educated guess.

I love my son’s quirky observations and perpetual curiosity.

WoNdER – to be filled with admiration, amazement, or awe; marvel

Summer road trips offer families a chance to veer off the beaten path and see some unusual things.

A few years ago on our way to South Dakota, we cruised through Carhenge and also stopped to see the world’s largest ball of twine.

We didn’t necessarily have to understand WHY someone would create such oddities, but we did enjoy wandering about in awe of seeing typical objects accumulated and displayed in some extreme ways.

wonDeR – to doubt

As Moms, we frequently second-guess our day-to-day interactions with our children. We wonder if we’re doing enough. We wonder if we’re doing too much

biking pathWhenever I’m unsettled about a particular interaction with one of my kiddos, I like to process  through it on a walk. I’ll even choose a different path to stimulate my thinking.

I typically can glean some perspective that I didn’t have in the moment. I may realize I need to readjust my expectations or expand the timeframe involved.

The symmetry of nature soothes me as I explore my personal reactions and the unique personality of the child involved. When I see a flower blooming that has just reached its peak, it’s a gentle reminder that my children are blossoming at their own rates as well. Each one is in a different developmental season and I have to nurture in patient, subtle ways, mindful of timing and spacing.yellow lily

WONder – a feeling of surprised or puzzled interest, tinged with admiration

"I know the Plans" Bible Quilt journal templateSometimes a milestone highlights a child’s growth that’s been occurring all along, but is poignantly brought to our present attention in a formal rite of passage.

Our breath catches as we see our child cross the stage at graduation. As he is swept up in a week-long chain of celebratory events and inundated by sweet cards  of validation from friends, family, and former teachers, something shifts between parent and child.

The child’s effort and determination emerges as the primary focus and our parenting role fades away, providing a backdrop for him to truly shine. 

wonder – a miraculous deed or event; remarkable phenomenon

Boys in a redwood tree

Each experience we’ve woven into our child’s life culminates in a unique blend of teenaged flair.

From the rainy kindergarten zoo field trips to numerous play sessions at the park, and all those family vacations, each contributes to a lifetime sense of curiosity.

It’s fun to see teens begin to seek out adventures on their own, perhaps participating in an overseas exchange program or a church mission trip.

Each new experience stirs up WONDER about other cultures and broadens their outlook a little wider.
“Trust in the Lord” Bible Quilt page

As we teeter on the edge of summer, we have the opportunity to ponder a little longer, to question a little deeper… and to marvel at this season of our family’s life a little more intentionally.



To my graduating son, I look at YOU in Wonder.

I will always treasure our shared history fondly, tuck you into my heart tightly, and hold your future loosely.

May your days be full of wonder.

 

 

 

Contrasts

Last week began with a two-day stay at the hospital with my son for an unexpected procedure following a dramatic  ER visit. This week started out with lovely spring weather and the chance to play in the dirt, planting pretty flowers. 

From one week to the next it was quite a contrast and, boy, am I grateful to have it moving in a positive direction! blossom

One end of my garden zone is full of shriveled plants, brittle vines, and cracked, dusty pots that have been neglected during the winter. The other end of my garden is beginning to show splashes of color amidst freshly turned soil and vibrant green starter veggies.

It’s a contrast between what has faded away and what is blossoming with hopeful growth.

adolescent turtle emerging
adolescent turtle emerging

Last fall we were eager to get the school routine in full swing again, fresh school supplies nestled into tidy backpacks. As the school year is now dwindling into mere weeks, the energy level for it is more sludgy than springy.

Final exams and long-term project deadlines loom overhead and students are slinking out the door as late as possible, ripped backpacks slung quickly over their shoulders.

The end of something is strikingly different from its fresh beginning.

Nature is full of contrasts and what pulls us in to wander about in different environments, stretching us beyond our familiar.climatis

Life is punctuated with peaks and valleys; our energy levels ebb and flow throughout the various seasons of family life.

These contrasts give us dimension and help strengthen our resolve to push onward. Contrasting experiences help us see deeper perspectives, softening our rough edges. We have the opportunity to adjust our outlook throughout the intensity of  the highs and lows, transforming ourselves in the gritty middle. 

lambs earContrast draws us in closer in our relationships. It adds texture and intrigue.

Contrasting opinions broaden our discussions, widening our cultural lens.

Contrast keeps boring at a distance.

Photographers seek it; architects nurture it.

When we pause to appreciate the contrasts of the human experience, our inward reflections deepen and our connections with others can become more fully saturated as we see richer hues in those around us.

Perhaps we can glimpse a sparkle of hope where we had only previously seen darkness.

The raggedness of grief may slowly slip into sweet reminiscence.

Maybe we  see the blossoming of a child as they overcome a personal struggle.

flowering in a crackAs graduation looms around the corner for many families, we’ll be struck by the contrast of our young, confident adults tackling their last days of school while we’re remembering their little faces on the first day of school.

They will be on the tippy toes of a new adventure while we’re clinging to their childhood for just a sliver longer. We’ll walk through the contrasting emotions of pride and loss; hope and disbelief . . . letting go and hugging just a little bit tighter. Parents will ponder, “how did this happen so fast?” while their kiddos wonder “will the last day evvver get here?”

Contrast highlights what’s important.

It sharpens our focus on details that matter.

It awakens our souls to pay attention.

Let’s embrace the contrasts that enrich our lives and weave us together ~~ God’s beautiful tapestry unfolding around us.



“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God endures forever.” Isaiah 40:8



 

Spring forward…

We’re on Spring Break this week and hope you’re enjoying a little SUNSHINE yourselves!

 

Enjoy a few links to some favorite posts to brighten this season of New Beginnings – – –

Side by Side – sneak in some side conversations with your kiddos in the midst of busy family activities

azaleas

Motivated to get outdoors and crank up your fitness level for the upcoming swimsuit season? Whether you’re on a walk or a run, tuning in to nature around you is an easy way to nurture your spirit.

Add in a friend for a bonus!

4 pair running shoes

Are you gearing up for Easter get-togethers? The mess of egg-dyeing is more fun in group solidarity! laughter

Need a quick family dinner? Try these Chicken Packets…could be a new family favorite!

on-the-go chicken packets

Embrace the new hope of spring, friends…

“The Joy of the Lord is your Strength” Nehemiah 8:10

 

 

What’s Your Weather Today?

I noticed this while driving down the street  one day and I bet you can relate:
Gray Day, Gray Skies, Driving a Gray Car, the streets are Gray, Weariness even feels like the Color. I looked down and I am wearing all Gray!! Did I fall into this day?!

Gray does not have to be bad.

There will always be a scattering of gray days for all of us. Wouldn’t the enemy love to take those gray days and pin us down, entangle us, or spiral us deeper and deeper into lost hope and despair…forlorn when the sunshine seems no more.  What if we look at those gray days not as a detriment to our living, but as an opportunity to get tighter to the Lord? To cling to Him on the gray, windy days, and then learn how to infuse color into them.  What if we take those gray days and ask the Lord to bubble up Joy from within us, and show us others that are immersed too deep in the gray day…

Gray days can teach us many things.

So here I am, driving the boys to school on another random gray day, and my nine-year old makes a statement that I think is quite profound: 

“No matter the weather, we get to choose the forecast of each day.”

I was speechless for a moment as I thought about those words. He threw them out so loosely, but I found myself grasping  for them to digest further. How many gray days of my life have I tossed to the side of the road trying just to get them over with?  My son’s statement snapped me back to a reality that each day is a precious gift; none are a waste. We might have to search a little more for the Joy in our gray days; but lessons taught to us like: perseverance, resilience, overcoming, speaking Life over a situation…all end up breaking through those gray days and eventually shine light onto them. We can take the darkest day, or the sunniest, and choose to fill it with the most potential possible for us and those around us. Attitude really is everything sometimes. Beautiful things can transpire out of the Gray. 
Gray will never probably be one of my favorite colors, but I’m learning the use of it when it shows up in the weather forecast now…

“So we do not lose heart… our inner self is being renewed day by day. For the light momentary affliction is preparing for us eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison , as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”   2 Corinthians 4: 16-18

 

Seen and heard

The other day in the midst of running typical errands, I was nearly in a head-on collision. A woman careened through the intersection making a left turn and almost hit me as I was going straight on a green light. We both slammed on our brakes and came to a screeching halt. Before I could catch my breath, she backed up and I could see the crumpled front-end of her car. Oh no!

She waved dramatically at me then pulled on around and out of the intersection, leaving me stunned in the middle of a busy intersection.

I pulled out of the way and into a parking lot to assess the damage. There was none. I was both relieved and shocked. It was such a close call, maybe an inch or two… “Did that really just happen?”

As my heartbeat thudded in my ears and I looked about for the other woman, I stood in disbelief as I realized she was long gone. Hadn’t she seen me? Shouldn’t we check on each other? Nobody else had stopped either. I didn’t have anyone to corroborate what had just happened, to validate what I had seen and heard.

– – – To be seen and heard – – –
We navigate our lives in and around people all day long, often on autopilot. How much do we REALLY see and hear about those around us?
How much are WE seen and heard?

Sometimes we have to be still ourselves to be able to tune in to others more fully. We think we’re paying attention, but we’re really not.

As I’ve tried attending a yoga class more regularly, I’m realizing how busy my brain is despite my body being in a relaxed posture. I’m learning to redirect my attention through the simple act of counting my breaths, in and out…in and out. (and starting over when I notice I’m adding something else to my grocery list!)

Be Still

Slowing down allows us to take in what’s going on around us in this busy daily life of ours.

Noticing details is a way to show others we care, that we acknowledge them for what is unique about them. To act on one of these observed details takes it a step further.

It can be the little things on an ordinary day that make a big difference.

  • a  word of encouragement
  • a smile from a stranger as you pass by on a brisk winter day
  • providing an unexpected snack for your kids
  • picking up your husband’s dry-cleaning to remove it from his to-do list and ease his transition home a little soonermailbox
  • sending a card to a grandma far away to remind her that she’s always being held close to her family’s heart
  • flowers celebrating a special occasion – or just becausebirthday flowers

When someone does something out of their “ordinary” for us, we feel noticed.  We feel loved.

gifts from sons

 

I smiled the other night as I prepared a bubble bath, playfully tossing in the rubber duckies my son gave me at Christmas and unwrapping a bath bomb labeled “monkey farts” = gifts of love with a boy twist!

Some of my most treasured gifts have an underlying message of “I see you…I hear you.”
All of my guys have witnessed my journey with the Bible Quilt®️ journal, supporting me in various ways as they see the ebb and flow of a fledgling business. They pitch in to do a quick pick-up before a home session then swiftly disappear when they sense an incoming flux of women and girls.
My youngest surprised me at Christmas with his version of a Bible Quilted dinosaur. It was his unique way of showing me “I see you; I hear you, Mom.”
Be still my heart. ❤️
Bible Quilt®️ dinosaur
Brachio Quiltus
Tis the season for gestures of love for our assorted valentines, but we don’t have to feel pressured to do  something grand or typical.
Just be you.
Show your loved ones what YOU see and hear about them on any regular day.

valentines



“Let all that you do be done in love.”

I Corinthians 16:14