Today was unremarkable.
Nothing shifted.
Nothing broke.
Nothing dramatically healed.
No big conversations.
No clear answers.
No sudden peace.
Just laundry.
Errands.
A few quiet thoughts that didn’t lead anywhere.
And maybe that’s okay.
Not every day has to carry meaning.
Not every week has to move the story forward.
Some days are just days.
And after the kind of weeks that stretch you thin,
an unremarkable day can feel like mercy.
No fire to put out.
No mountain to climb.
No valley to survive.
Just breath.
Just movement.
Just enough.
There’s something steady about that.
Something grounding.
Maybe not every day is meant to be remembered.
Maybe some are meant to let your nervous system rest.
Today didn’t change anything.
But it also didn’t undo me.
And for now,
that feels like enough.
“But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.”
— Psalm 131:2 (NIV)
Where I Found My Voice 
This was calming and peaceful to me, probably the older we get the more thankful we are for the mercy of seemingly “ordinary days”. An opportunity to count our blessings and be thankful. Love you and the way you share your heart. Love the light of your life too! He makes all days with him quite remarkable I would guess. Prayers always!
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