As Ordinary as Light Slipping Across a Windowsill

This is 5 Minute Friday – and Lisa Jo invites me – and you – to bare it all in a 5 minute prompt on the word bare – to write about the word “bare” “in shades of real and brave and unscripted” – which means it isn’t always pretty. I must admit, the competitor in me loves the 5 minute challenge. You remember how Roger Rabbit couldn’t resist responding, “Shave and a hair cut?” Well, writing prompts are like that to me. This week, Lisa Jo invites us to write about <emOrdinary

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I remember school bus riding, 7:15 am., dark winter, my forehead pressed against the cool pane, watching windows spill butter gold light outside. I imagined ordinary families behind those windows – mothers and fathers living in wholeness along with their children.

I dreamed an ordinary everyman dream – because my family was broken.

Tonight, I’m wrapped in a bandana quilt I made, listening to my sons, a big and little one talk, laugh – about big and little things. Yellow butter light spills outside my windows. My husband snores on the couch. It’s been a week of the littlest guy wrapped in a blanket, commandering the thermometer, sticking it in his arm pit, and announcing, “100.08″ – and me later coaxing him to live with a sore throat nothing will ease.

There’s been hurt hearts, angry moments, laughter, snuggles, ice cream while we watched the season premier of Duck Dynasty, morning prayers, hugs, homework, wholeness.

My husband brought me GoPow from my favorite Thai restaurant because I felt poorly – and he hugged me when I got home.

I am living this ordinary, everyman dream I grabbed hold of on school bus rides long ago.

Thank you, God!
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Arwen in Lord of the Rings said, “I choose a Mortal Life” – and her life changed forever.

Dreams walked out come with much responsibility, tough choices, requiring a never-give-up-ness, a heart capable of growing 10X its size, faithfulness in love, water-drop tears along with way, fierceness, – and, in the ordinary everyman dream – God.

Do not be deceived that ordinary means boring, one-dimensional, empty.

Ordinary is as simple and beautiful as light slipping across a windowsill – from outside to inside or inside to outside.

I chose an ordinary life.

I am living my dream.

A few weeks ago, I talked more about ordinary, everyman dreams.   If I were to put 3 posts in a box to be passed down to my children’s children – this would be one of the 3: Ordinary Dreams of an Everyman, click here to read.

 

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