Lord, thank You for every perfectly regular moment in my life.
The ones that I too often take for granted.
The ones that fall under “that’s just how life is,” “mundane” or “everyday” in my mind.
Because oddly enough, they aren’t as regular as I might think.
I’m not guaranteed to keep breathing. To continue inhaling and exhaling without pain.
I’m not guaranteed to enjoy the warmth of a cozy bed with my husband sleeping next to me peacefully.
Or to delight in the sunshine peeking through the windows in the morning.
Or to relish a cup of coffee and a good book.
These small things — these “regular” things — are so much a part of every day. And they could change in seconds.
One diagnosis. One phone call. One small shift — and “regular” life as I know it could change.
And really, these small things aren’t so small.
They’re big things. Really, really big things.
I don’t want to forget that, Lord.
Especially when the days seem longer and grayer.
Especially when my heart feels heavier.
Especially when the world feels darker.
Especially then, Lord.
Every second of my fleeting, “regular” life is a gift. A blessing. A treasure.
Teach me to see the “regular,” Lord. Teach me how to give You all the glory for every small, precious moment of it.
This prayer came out of many different facets. One in particular being a conversation with my nieces about “Our Town,” which I saw once almost 15 years ago. One of the ending monologues was seared in my mind that day, and I’ve never forgotten it.
“It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another. I didn’t realize. All that was going on in life and we never noticed. Take me back – up the hill – to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look.
Goodbye, goodbye, world. Goodbye, Grover’s Corners. Mama and Papa. Goodbye to clocks ticking. And Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths. And sleeping and waking up.
Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?