As days blend into days, and weeks blend into months, of laundry basket after laundry basket of clean clothes to be hung… breakfast, lunch, dinner, repeat… wipe, scrub, sweep, fold… rise, hurry, work, slow, sleep…

I know there are beautiful quiet miracles happening all around me that I don’t take time to appreciate, and soak in like I could.

So this week, amidst the usual, the normal, the predictable, join me here, taking time to notice and rejoice in the Lord, for the splendid authentic details that make each day miraculously, it’s own precious day.

Sunday…

50. morning worship with little hearts and voices praising the Lord in song

51. questions and remarks from tiny minds wondering about the mysteries of God

52. the kiss that happens while passing my husband in the hall, our feet still moving in opposite directions as we each have somewhere else to be, but briefly our lips and hearts connect in love, leading to excitement, and lingering still in passion as our lips let go

53. the glance that follows the kiss as we move on in opposite directions to little ones we’re helping in other rooms, dishes to be rinsed, trash cans to be emptied, lunches to be made… but a glance and a smile as we go, our hearts still connected, our passion still ignited, the affect of the kiss still tingling our senses, and knowing later, eventually, there will be some time alone

54. the hush of a house when little ones go down for naps

55. the peaceful, quiet, restful tone of Sunday afternoons spent at home with nowhere I need to be, and nothing I need to do

56. time to just think, reflect, and listen

57. the breezes that I hear outside my screen door that remind me there is fresh wondrous life just outside

58. the glorious Artist, in Who’s image I was made, who so creatively fashioned everything… the stars, the butterflies, the Earth, the quiet, the trees, and the breezes

59. the sound of little voices waking up from naps

60. little tousled hair and sleepy eyes on the outside of joyful little souls refreshed by midday sleep

61. always having little companions to run errands with

62. my children gathering together on their own to wonder at something, little tummies on carpet, feet in the air bobbing up and down, hands supporting chins, and all eyes gazing at something new and interesting

63. the wild sounds from down the hall as children try to conquer daddy on our bed and hope to make it last as long as they can before being called to evening prayers and bedtime

64. when I pick up the very busy baby, always running and on the go, never still, never quiet, never calm, and yet… for one brief moment of his own free will he spreads his arms wide and wraps five little fingers around each shoulder of mine and lays his little head in the cradle of my neck, letting out a little baby sigh

65. the invigorating recharge that comes from a husband and child’s love which inspires me with joy to live, love, and work another day

*Join me each evening this week for a new daily post, on everyday miracles to be grateful for

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