I'm not an especially big fan of Mondays. Mostly it is probably physiological, but for some reason it always feels a bit harder to start the routine of the day on Monday.
Mondays always seem to be quite ordinary and routine and really nothing extraordinary usually happens on Monday.
Eleven years ago it was an ordinary Monday morning. People rushed out the door with coffee cups in hand to work. Mothers herded their children in nearly mad chaos onto school buses. Appointments were kept and groceries were bought. Business people left for trips to make deals and to also deal with clients. Wives and husbands argued about who would take out the trash. Children got mad at their parents and left their rooms messy. The tired wife wondered when she and here husband would ever have time together. Alarms didn't go off and people over slept. Some laughed at life while others only found sadness and discouragement.
Just a seemingly ordinary Monday for 2,996 Americans. Monday night they all went to bed perhaps glad to have the day behind them. A few short hours later another day started and for awhile life went on just as it had the previous day.
By noon that ordinary Tuesday nothing was ordinary anymore. 2,996 Americans were dead and their families were left to pick up the pieces. Every morning after that fateful day became a fight to survive in a cloud of grief for so many Americans.
When the dawn of the new morning arrived on Wednesday how many people craved for normalcy. Did the wives cry frustrated tears wishing for piles of dirty laundry to appear? Children suddenly realized what they did have in a parent and wondered if the arguments had been worth it.Did they wish for rules they had loathed so much before.
Life stopped being ordinary for so many and took on a new kind of ordinary. Life was spontaneously crying at any given moment. Suddenly so many were forced to be a single parent. Parents discovered what life was like to bury a child. Siblings realized that the person who shared all their inside jokes was gone.
Sometimes I detest the ordinary because it can be so ordinary and tiresome. Ordinary life is not to be loathed but cherished knowing that because the simplest things are happening life is going fine.When ordinary life does turn awful there is an extraordinary God to give us the strength to find the new ordinary.
Thank God for the ordinary, for some day we may wish it back with a passion.
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