Not A Defining Moment: Just A Monday

Not A Defining Moments: Just A Monday…8.11.14

**I’m taking a break from my note series tonight because I don’t feel like thinking about how to craft one of those moments into readable words .**

It’s my last Monday of summer vacation.
I haven’t had a lazy day at the house, but I’ve been at the house all day nonetheless.
It’s been nice not having to leave.
My mom and I spent most of the day cleaning out the pantry.
We threw away some old stuff.
We bagged up some other stuff for donation.
We took inventory of the stuff that was left.
Then we cooked some of it.
We cleaned the kitchen.
We changed the vacuum cleaner bag.
I moved a dorm fridge from my room to the garage so that I could keep water and soda cold.
My mom scanned her computer for viruses.
I took a nap.
We both worked on a puzzle.
I heard the sad news about Robin Williams’ death.
I took Bullet for two walks in the rain, seeking shelter under trees to keep from getting too wet.
I watched Running Wild with Bear Grylls and really enjoyed it. His guest was Channing Tatum.
I cried while watching Master Chef.
I shook my head at a Walmart commercial that insulted the intelligence of parents.
I sat dumbfounded at American Ninja Warrior.
And…that’s about it.
Nothing overly profound.
Just a solidly good, rainy Monday for which I am grateful.

I think sometimes in life we look or wait for the defining moments—
the big moments that burn themselves in our memories or alter the course of our paths.
And while those moments are important—
I clearly think them important since I’m writing a series on mine—
I think that maybe it’s the normal, nothing overly profound days that make up life.
It’s Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.
It’s Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and Sunday afternoon naps.
It’s spending time with the people we love.
It’s trying to make the most of the resources we’ve been given.
It’s doing our best at whatever we’re doing.
It’s being amazed at all the world holds and
thanking God for the opportunity to experience it.
It’s feeling sadness and joy and praying through them both—
for myself and for all those feeling the same.
It’s days like today.
And I am thankful.