Miraculous and mundane

The miraculous followed by the mundane.

As a young mom, I think this could be my autobiography title.

I have studied the scriptures, revelation pouring out upon me, prayers being and answered

and then my baby wakes up from his nap and needs to be fed.

I have shared emotional stories with friends and bonded on a deep level

until one of our kids begs us to take them to the potty right now.

Church lessons where I’m feeling so connected to the material being taught

and then my toddler starts screaming and I step out into the hallway.

I imagine Ammon going to feed King Lamoni’s horses with the same feeling.

The horses need to be fed. Someone has to do it.

It doesn’t matter what miracle just occurred, what powerful General Conference talk you just listened to, what message you just shared…

someone always needs to eat.

Whether it’s the King’s horses or my little messy kids’ faces.

But that’s the way I want it now.

Even when I think back to my child-free days, where people would whisper, “This is the quietest you’ll ever hear Sacrament meeting!”

I wouldn’t trade it.

Because in the mundane, I also find the miraculous.

The making oatmeal, the rocking to sleep, the millionth load of laundry

is all really sanctified service.

When I’m in the right mindset about it, I’m showing my love. I’m showing pure love to these small humans who can’t do much on their own.

And so I go back and forth, from miraculous to mundane.

But I can do it all with LOVE.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black