GOD OF THE MUNDANE

-God of every day things-

Would you remind me that the inconvenience of night time feeds and early morning wake ups, the things that tire me most, are the things I prayed for entirely for years.

Would you remind me that making an early breakfast for my children under the fog of a sleepless night is a privilege.

One that many women long for.

God of the mundane, would you remind me that the toys scattered on the floor, the handprints on the wall, the messy house, are all traces of miracles incarnate, and not sources of frustration.

God of the big things and the small things, would you settle my tired heart, refresh my sleepy spirit, and awaken my body to be strong enough to carry the weight of this season, of little bodies needing all of me. Of these answered prayers, so that I may steward these miracles from a place of refreshing overflow and not from a place of half-full.

Would you remind me that these inconveniences, these mundane things are my prayers heard and answered. They are mercy and grace in a flesh form I get to hold and love.

God of the mundane, thank you for meeting the tired and weary mothers at the kitchen sink, on the dirty floor, in the folding of piles of laundry.

Thank you for meeting us in the early, tired, sometimes lonely hours that may cloud our reason and blind us of the fullness of the miracle of motherhood we get to carry.

God of the mundane. The restorer. The

refresher. The strength-giver, would you remind us that the mundane can be the miraculous.