I greet the unexpected occasions and downturns in life with hope more easily than my day to day. 

My daily ends in a rush of exhuastion and satisfaction in finally being able to go to bed or to just enjoy a few minutes alone in peace. 

Bedtime is more of a moment to dwell in the inhospitable moments of motherhood that day then to launch into the rest with a conviction of better days tomorrow. I have reached into a place of monotony. 

Threenagers. Diapers. Always preparing food or doing dishes or staring at a heap of laundry. 

These places are the harder to find hope. Easier to live in and less overwhelmingly large than a major life event surely, but harder to reach to the place that tells me it will get better, or it’s meant to be, or see how the pieces fit. 

The phrases I reach for and the God I know applies less to my day to day less-hope-monotony than to my big life decisions and ways. 

But God is a God of the little things too. Surely. Yes. He is. 

He guides the shape of our days and tracks the hairs on our heads. So wouldn’t the ending of the day be important there to him too? Wouldn’t He want us to rest in a hope for tomorrow? Even if it’s simply the small tomorrow and not the grandscale tomorrow that really just refers to our future? 

Tomorrow in the little sense. The literal sense. 

He holds that in hand as well. 
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I want to leave you with this portion of a morning blessing from John O’Donohue:

“May my mind come alive today

To the invisible geography

That invites me to new frontiers. 

To break the dead shell of yesterday
To risk being disturbed and changed.

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May I have the courage today 

To live the life that I would love

To postpone my dream no longer

But to do at last what I came here for

And waste my heart on fear no more.”

– John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

Be fearless and hopeful, people! :) 

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