It’s Ordinary Time. Again. How the quickly the seasons fly by. The older I get, the faster they fly. Once you reach a certain age you realize this is true. There is indeed a perception that time is passing faster. As alarming as this may be, it also brings a profound realization that every moment matters.
My friend with 11 children once said to me after the end of the Christmas season, “I love Ordinary Time.” I laughed and completely understood as she explained how she loved the peaceful passing of ordinary days. Yes, our celebrations are wonderful, but so is the quiet of the ordinary day.
I remember my dear sister-in-law Linda when she was very ill. Fighting for her life with cancer, Linda had for some time been bed-ridden. After a grueling but necessary surgery, she was able to walk again. We were talking on the phone. I said, “Linda, how’s it going? How are you feeling?” She answered, “I’m wiping my kitchen counter so it will be nice for my family. And it’s filling me with so much joy that I am crying.” I replied, “Oh Linda,” and began to cry myself.