Today was an unremarkable Wednesday. Just a day. A week ago we were celebrating the boys’ birthday. This week we had a pre-op doctor appointment, school, work, and a church meeting.

Life as usual.

I sat down to write and just stared at the computer.

What was good about today? What brought me joy? What was worth noticing?

Mostly my mind is full of work worries. That happens when you have a family business. It’s all down to you and your family to figure out the problems or make it through the slumps. Because slumps are going to happen. Unless you are Amazon. And we aren’t.

I am also thinking about the school things I need to gather for their independent work day.

And co-op on Friday.

And all the things I wish I had accomplished today.

Sometimes I find it so hard to focus on just now. Right this minute. This day.

As I sit here contemplating, searching for some extraordinary part of my day I am beginning to think I underestimate the beauty and joy of the ordinary day.

The truth is, most days are not EXTRAordinary. Every day isn’t filled to the brim with excitement and Instagram perfection. We scroll social media seeing everyone’s best and most exciting. I am not the first to say or think these things. I won’t be the last either.

Each Sunday the children gather in a group before separating into their classes. They share prayer requests and “God sightings”. They here a bible story and sing songs. It has become one of the very best and favorite things on Sunday mornings.

Many weeks the “God Sightings” sound the same. A tiny 3 year old raises his hand and says, “It’s a new day!” or a 5th grader says, “It’s my grandma’s birthday.” Most of the things they call out aren’t huge extraordinary things. They are normal, everyday things that bring joy.

Kids always seem to get it don’t they?

We SHOULD be grateful each day for a new day. We certainly aren’t promised them. We SHOULD be happy for birthdays and sunshine and rain and new pets and vacations.

Everytime we express gratitude it is a prayer of thanks. And having a grateful heart is a “God sighting” to me.

I was up very early this morning because of our early pre-op appointment. The sun wasn’t even up. After my shower I walked out into the rest of the house. I went into the school room to see if the hummingbirds were awake.

The world was pink. The sun had yet to fully rise but the sky was rose colored and the world was pink. It was soft and quiet and I stood and enjoyed the beauty of it for a bit.

And after all these words, there it is. My joy for the day.

A pink world, the quiet of the morning, a few minutes of slow, deep breaths as I watched for the hummingbirds.