The ‘gift’ of an ordinary day is beautiful
Just an ordinary day.
Now that certainly doesn’t describe Christmas, at least not in my book given we celebrate the greatest gift of all with the birth of a savior in Jesus Christ and gather to enjoy food and festivities with family and friends.
It’s a special day to be sure to make new memories and appreciate ones from days gone by.
But as I’ve been contemplating gift-buying and gift-giving lately — since I’m still in the throes of that as Christmas comes faster and faster each year and I get slower and slower with the preparation for it — just an ordinary day with its rhythm of routine is a gift in and of itself.
Just ask anyone who’s had his perhaps taken-for-granted routine interrupted by the unexpected and the unwelcomed elements that life can present.
And we all know someone or several friends, family, co-workers, neighbors, etc., who are in ordinary-life-disrupted mode, the culprit being a serious health issue, the loss of a loved one or a job, a life-changing accident, you name it.
Better Half and I were talking about this the other day, fully in agreement that a day that’s “same old, same old,” not much of anything happening, maybe even a little bit on the boring side is a really beautiful, glorious thing to be treasured, not dismissed as unexciting, uneventful, unworthy.
The ordinary drill of day-to-day living is a gift, a present to be savored.
Granted, it’s kind of hard to wrap, but it’s definitely not something you want to stand in a long line to exchange or assume there’s something better behind door No. 2 or door No. 3, like on the old TV game show “Let’s Make A Deal.”
An ordinary day is a keeper, like that granddaddy bluegill that winds up on the end of your fishing pole.
In recent years when I was interviewing a couple at a local Relay for Life event to raise money for the American Cancer Society, they mentioned how their cancer journey had given them a whole new respect for the routine of life.
“It makes you appreciate what I call the ordinary day — the beauty of the ordinary day,” the wife told me.
And her husband agreed.
“The worst time through my bout with cancer, I would say, man I just wish it was an ordinary day,” he said.
As much as I’m thankful for this beautiful Advent season and Christmas, I am thankful as well for all the ordinary days I am given to enjoy.
May I never take them for granted.
My desk calendar message the other day reinforced the sentiment.
It read: “God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life — your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around-life — and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him.”
May you have an ordinary joyous Merry Christmas.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a columnist and community editor with the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)