faith unfaded

This morning started the way so many do lately—up with the sun, making the bed (this time with flannel sheets for tonight’s freeze!), linking a couple of articles to my Facebook feed, and settling in for devotion. Nothing about it would’ve made the news, and maybe that’s the beauty of it.

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

By 8 AM, I was headed down the driveway to get my morning Icee and my mom an Egg McMuffin when my daughter Kelsey pulled up with a flat tire. She headed to the air compressor in the garage and I put my car in reverse.

While neither of us had any clue what we were doing and the tire remained flat, I was able to drive her to work. My grown kids needing my help happens less and less these days, so I cherish every opportunity that comes along.

After depositing her at work, I delivered Mom’s breakfast and began packing for my upcoming trip. At noon, I headed back to pick Kelsey up for her lunch break, assuring her it was no trouble at all. Only another mother would understand that daughter trumps to-do list any day.

Her brother and his fiancée came by during lunch and not only aired up the tire but plugged it as well. Standing in my driveway with my kids—and a tail-wagging Amora—reminded me that joy found in the ordinary is one of the purest forms of God’s love.

You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11

My extraordinarily ordinary day continued with my grandson’s speech therapy at the library—where I delightedly finished the novel I’d been reading every chance I got. A drive home through Kisatchie National Forest had me—quite like Jason Aldean—chilling on some dirt roads and reminiscing on some good times.

There’s something sacred about a day that’s part productivity and all peace, when you can trace God’s fingerprints across every small thing.

Perhaps that’s what joy really is—not fireworks or fanfare, but the quiet knowing that He’s here, in the folding, the fetching, the fixing, and the faithfulness of one more ordinary day.