With my oldest son being in Occupational therapy twice a week I see families that have daily struggles beyond my comprehension. I am guessing that my "boring" would their blessing. I remember when Karson (my now 2.5 year old) was sick and had to spend 3 days at the hospital taking test after test to figure out what was wrong. Life was not boring then, it was crazy, and a bit scary, filled with the un-known. I would not ask for that again.
I think of now as I wait and wonder what is afflicting my body and I have to say as difficult as the waiting is I think of those who have Cancer and other debilitating diseases and think of all the non boring things that they have to go through and again I would choose my boring life.
I think of those who don't have a home to get messy, or a place to wash their belongings, maybe not even owning any belongings. That kind of a life would not be boring, but it is not an exciting that I would ever ask for or wish on those who live it.
So as I look at the couch filled with laundry waiting to be folded, the piles of dirty laundry waiting to be washed, the dishwasher that is ready to be emptied, the dishes that still need to be washed, and the floor that has baby snacks spread everywhere....I have to say I am happy. Happy to have this boring life filled with everyday tasks, because they are beautiful, I am blessed beyond measure. My life is beautifully, bless-ed-ly boring.
baby snacks lovingly strewn about by the baby
clean laundry waiting for me to fold it
dishes waiting to be washed
the laundry pile slowly getting smaller.