A mundane day that was also miraculous

Yesterday was so relaxing. It was unusually relaxing.

Normally my Saturdays fly by. I am blessed with having a M-F job, so that my weekends are always free from having to work at my job. As for weekends, I save Sundays for worship. I don't cook or clean, or do much of anything except attend Sunday School, Church service, have a nap, and contemplate and study the scriptures offered by the pastor in the sermon. I don't go out on Sundays, except for church.

That leaves Saturdays to get everything done. That day is the burdened burro of the week, the go-to day. I do cooking for the week ahead, cleaning, laundry, chores, errands, bills, all of it. Add to that the usual joy of bible study, listening to sermons or lectures, preparing for the Sunday School lesson, and prayer, it gets crammed. You know what I'm talking about. Saturdays are always busy. Hence, they go by quickly.

Not yesterday. I was filled with a sense of incredible peace. I was completely relaxed. The unseasonally warm weather helped, certainly. The temperatures were in the 70s and it was sunny. The windows were open and the birds were swooping and singing. But still. The day seemed to have actually telescoped into something longer than 24 hours. Great chunks of time went by but it was still early. I had time to do everything I needed, plus more. I was wringing more relaxation from the day than its mundanity warranted.

So I'm making my breakfast this morning. I'm cutting up potatoes to steam, and I'm thinking, "WHY was I so relaxed?" LOL, you know me, I have to analyze everything. I went down a mental list of all that happened yesterday and I came to a conclusion.

I had spent an extra lot of time with the Lord. I studied relishingly. I prayed fervently. I listened diligently. I cried, I petitioned, I laughed. I thought about Him, talked with Him, and praised Him. It wasn't cursory attention, either. I do the quick or the superficial sometimes like everyone else does. A quick prayer, skim the bible, throwaway chat. I can be superficial with Him if I let myself be, and I do often enough. Yesterday I gave Him good attention from the mind and heart and soul. He gave me peace. His peace. I believe what I experienced yesterday was evidence of supernatural peace. It had to be.

The bible speaks often of this peace.

"Great peace have they who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble." (Psalm 119:165)
"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:7)
"and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." (Ephesians 3:19)

And so on.

Sometimes we think that peace is for people who are undergoing a trial, like persecution or deep grief. And it is. But the peace of Jesus can saturate us in the mundane, too. Doing dishes, putting in a load of laundry. He keeps His children.

Far from being so busy that we crowd Him into a quick prayer, when we make time for Him, He makes 'time' for us. A Jesus saturated day is peaceful. Every second that passes which is coated in praise and seeking Him is a different kind of second that passes when we hurry along with Jesus at the back of the bus. Really.

Please set the things of this world aside to make time for Him. You will be pleasantly surprised. You won't understand it, but you will be surprised. And relaxed.

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