Unremarkable Days

You know those days when you’re like, “This is the best day ever”? How about those days that are just so good you feel so powerful you have no issue whatever comes your way? Still we have days that make you feel like you can just embrace everyone and feel like you are Mother Theresa or Princess Diana. You ever have one of those days, or is it just me? 

Come on. Alright, let me try again. How about those days when you just know you can kill a person with just your fart? No? Nothing like That? How about those days when you hate everything that’s happening to you, you could almost swear you can fart in space and just have the whole world expunged? 

You might be wondering what’s with the word “fart” that I keep using it. I like that word. It’s kind of nasty and incredibly funny at the same time. I mean, it’s hard to find a word that can give that kind of effect these days.

So anyway, we have those happy days, we have those sad days and we have other days in between. And we have to admit, some days just seem so unremarkable, noh? But what I love about living this life for Jesus is that, those days that seem so insignificant, those are the days when God is actually working hard for us. Have you ever read those words before? It always feels so weird hearing those words – God working hard – but even weirder to actually write them.

For Someone who only said the words and then the world, universe and everything else came into being, it didn’t seem He’s the kind of guy who works hard. But the Bible did say, He rested on the seventh day. So maybe He really got tired after saying all those words. 

I wonder sometimes if He feels what we feel – you know, when days aren’t just as special, or as happy as we want them to be? Of course when you think about that, one can’t help but think about how Jesus went with His days before He started preaching, calling out disciples, showing miracles. All of a sudden, “unremarkable days” didn’t seem that bad at all. 

I mean, if the King of kings had “unremarkable days” in this world, why should it bother us if we do? If the King of kings diligently handled “unremarkable days” on this planet, why couldn’t we follow His example? If the King of kings and the Lord of lords, didn’t make a big deal of those seemingly “unremarkable days” walking the earth, why should we?

Maybe unremarkable days are meant for us to treasure some days and have fun, sweat and tears with all the other days in between. 

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Tale As Old As Time…

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“… true as it can be. Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly..”

I have no idea how my love story is being written. All I know is that it is being written by the most excellent, most incredible Storyteller of all time. And for that I have more than enough reason to be sure it will be as brilliant as He only knows it can be. And truth be told, I love it best when He does all these things. Surprises & all. 

February, as we know, is considered love month. I’ve never been lured into celebrating this month ever since I can remember. But I thought of putting up an entry in the hopes of declaring True Love.

Tune As Old As Song…

You ever notice how every love story begins? Isn’t it curious that it all starts out the same? It comes in many different ways and forms but it has always been boy meets girl. They both start out hopeful, gets desperate, and then, did you notice how it usually ends? It always ends either one of two ways. They either decide to give up and fall apart, or live to continue what was started come what may.

Can you identify which part of the story you’re in?

Sometimes it can get really frustrating. You try so hard, you give it everything you’ve got, only to get nothing in return, only to be rejected. Or you both do everything you can to salvage a relationship but nothing just ever seems to work out. 

You start to question everything. You try to make sense of all the pain, frustration, sorrow until it seems the only logical thing to do is to give up, let go, accept that nothing will change. Accept that the end has finally come. Accept that there’s nothing more either of you could do about how bad things have become. 

Bittersweet And Strange…

And then the morning comes reminding us that everything is made anew each sunrise. Suddenly, you realise that the person you loathe now isn’t really anyone else but yourself.

It would seem that the person who made all the mistake isn’t him or her but you. It’s not that you can’t forgive the other person. It’s easy to forgive others of their mistakes.

You realise the truth is that you are having a hard time forgiving them for having seen every tiny bits and pieces of the mistakes you committed. 

Beauty And The Beast

You begin to see that the other Person has always been patient, willing to wait, ready to accept everything about you and help you in and with anything. 

You wonder how can Someone be so understanding of your feelings, mood swings, foul temper, impatience. Why did He ever choose to be with you? What has He seen in you that’s even worth laying eyes on? How bizarre, unbelievably incredible, mind-blowing can it really be that Someone would want to spend eternity with someone like you? 

The idea of a love story between a man and a woman is something I will always be delighted to hear. But the love story between the Maker and his creation, now that is something I always marvel at. Someone offering his very life to prove how much He loves me. The Father giving His only Son that I could be with Him from here and for all time? This writing will never give justice to its incredibly beautifully written story.

I realise time and time again that He is the Beauty. And I… I am the beast