Ordinariness

Sometimes it is the ordinariness of our lives that we find our peace. When trials and drama come along I need what I think of as "everyday stuff" to be able to focus on. Isn't it funny how something as simple as an iron could give me comfort? I remember when my mother would iron our clothes and linens. The smell of the steam and starch, the sticky warmness that belched out of the iron, it is this ordinariness of my life, the simpleness of being a child full of wonder, that gives me peace. I must be patient and embrace the waiting. Focus.