Sometimes the strangest things flatten me with gratitude and other times they just make me mad. Little girl shoes spilling out of the shoe basket. Sticky, jelly fingerprints on cabinet handles. A rainbow of crayons strewn over the tiles. These things happen all the time, every day, but too often I don’t see them for what they are. The things that seem most mundane can be the most miraculous. If we choose to see.
This weekend I got to teach at a women’s conference at Ellendale Baptist. I had the best time with an incredible group of women. They were honest and vulnerable, and I loved hearing their stories. During my breakout, we studied the Last Supper and the Passover meal, the bread and the cup. I learned and relearned many things in preparing. One of those was how to see miracles.
While the Israelites were making their exodus (i.e. in transition), they started complaining. (Hmm, people who complain when God has them in transition, waiting. Yes, yes, I think I know something about that struggle.)
And the LORD said to Moses, “I have heard the grumbling of the people of Israel. Say to them, ‘At twilight you shall eat meat, and in the morning you shall be filled with bread. Then you shall know that I am the LORD your God.’” (Exodus 16:11-12 ESV)
This bread they would call manna literally means “what is it?” (A question I say many times a day to myself when I sit down on a smushed banana on my sofa or have Goldfish crackers crumble under my feet.) Every morning God is dropping down from heaven sustenance, provision, miracles, but to them it just looked mundane. “What is it?” they asked.
I remember doing a Priscilla Shirer study a while back where she said that our most mundane tasks are often the result of our most miraculous blessings. We had to write down a list of all the mundane tasks we dread–laundry, cleaning, washing dishes, pouring cereal, etc. And then beside the task we were instructed to write down the miraculous blessing that created that task. A marriage that only gets better with time. Three daughters I get to laugh with, dance with, and love. A home that gives us a safe place to grow and learn. After reading Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts I started my own gratitude list. A cracked Bible. Cotton candy sunrises. Hands laced. Green grass poking through. Coffee brewing. Little fingers licking the batter bowl. A shower of miracles every single day.
Mundane or miraculous? Maybe the only thing separating those two words is my attitude. Maybe miracle after miracle falls before me every single morning like manna from heaven. If only I have a grateful heart to see.