Today is a snow day. It’s not only a snow day but a regular day off school. This means all the plans that were planned and deeds to be done are on hold because of snow and wind and cold. It’s a day were crafts must be manufactured, Jenga is dumped numerous times after being carefully repacked in the box, and everyone is squirrelly. It’s a day where I shine and scowl at different times. Jello playdoh is triumphantly created and my kids take one look at my getting ready for nap time face and skuttlebot into their rooms without a word.
It’s these days where it’s extra important that I take that quiet time with God. Take that ten minutes of silence and just listen. I reflect on the good and the bad and the laughter and the gnashing of teeth and in that quiet moment the thought comes to me. God is in the everyday.
God is in the miraculous, he is Healer, Almighty One, Lion of Judah, Lamb of God, Redeemer, all of those things that cry out to the cosmos that he is ruler of all. And God is in the everyday.
He is in the centre of my patience, my choices, my discipline, my joy. He wanders through my frustrations and is present in my children’s eyes. He is ever present and broods over this house lovingly watching and experiencing my daily joys and trials. He is in the daily grind, offering daily bread, and daily restoring the brokenness and magnifying the joy of the small things that make up life. He is in the details, in my rising and getting up, in my good and bad mood, he is there. Because he is God and because he cares. My everyday and everything matters to him. He sees the bigger picture of my choices and the future of my kids and how my actions and attitudes here reach farther than I can see. He honours my discipline, feels my joy and pain, and laughs with wholehearted abandon with my kids. He is God of the everyday.