Today is Garbage Day. In watching my 1 year old get so excited at the most ordinary, every day occurrence such as the garbage truck coming by our house, I am amazed at how fast this motherhood adventure is passing; my life in general is passing. It seems like just last week when my 6 year old would run to the window and be excited at seeing the truck go by. Now she's in kindergarten. My four year old would stand on her tip toes to see out the window, and she would watch the truck until she could see it no longer as it drove away around the corner. She's so independent.
In this simple thing, I am reminded of how our days are numbered. No one knows when our last will fall, only our GREAT GOD. He knows the number of hairs on our heads (Luke 12:27), he knows the span of our life, he knows how deeply we need Him. He knows what each of our days will encounter and what we will face. He knows--
Jeremiah 29:11-13 says
11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
So, if I truly believe all that He says is true, that He knows our days, He knows our span of life, then how am I living? Am I looking for His goodness throughout the day, in simple, every ordinary things? Am I thankful and praising God for this life of abundance?
I pray that this week will give way to my heart being grateful, that praise will be on my lips (Psalms 34:1), and that everyday, ordinary, routine life will be acts of worship. Even the garbage truck.
