Just Another Day… Or Not

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They spent the weekend at the river – eight adults and eight grandkids. It’s almost a miracle when everyone’s schedules coordinate, and when they do, they plan something. A birthday dinner, a barbecue, a couple days at the cabin… anything. Just to be together.

The bridge washed out with the flood years ago. And their cabin is on the other side. (In the fire their house was lost, but a few miles over the ridge the cabin was spared.) Sleeping bags, ice chests, duffels and 18 humans cross in a blow-up raft and a large inner tube in as many trips as it takes.

The cabin has been in the family for decades, and it’s where they spent summers when her kids were younger. It’s not like a real vacation with actual rest and relaxation. But it’s time spent with the family making memories.

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Now married with kids of their own, this time they told her, We didn’t realize how much work this is.

She laughed, Welcome to my world! But it’s fun. And definitely worth the memories.

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He graduated from high school and went away for the summer. While he was gone, he made a friend – and now she’s planning to visit.

His mom told him, She can come, but if we’re busy that night, you two might come with us. Or we won’t go out. Because you can’t be at the house alone.

Why? he asked.

He didn’t know why.

That’s a good thing.

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Down the road an exhibit had opened to the public. For two weekends only, one man’s collection of memorabilia spanning a specific slice of history was loaned to the museum. His fascination with trains and this part of the West stretched across several decades, resulting in the accumulation of hundreds of documents, photos, postcards, posters and maps, filling numerous scrapbooks. Plus a few trinkets – items close to 100 years old.

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Not real exciting, but impressive. And interesting to those who share the guy’s fascination with the Yosemite Valley Railroad.

Locals and tourists stopped by the museum after reading about it in the paper. It was something to do for an hour with friends, and a chance to discover, even reminisce.

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Can I help you find something? he asked the mom whenever she walked by the dairy case.

So helpful, she thought at first. But then she looked at her daughters and wondered. Which one does he have his eye on?

Sure enough. He thought daughter #3 was real cute.

And he’s part of the family now.

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A dad sat beside his daughter as she drove around and around the church parking lot. She’s old enough to have her drivers permit, and it’s a safe place to practice, after services end and everyone has gone.

His oldest had already flown. Wasn’t it a short time ago he was teaching him to drive?

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How did his babies grow up so fast?

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And afterward we followed the sunset down the mountain. Glowing red-orange in streaks and swirls above the horizon, where just above, the sky turned to a pale yellow. And just above that the sky hinted toward blue, turning bluer and deeper the farther up we looked. Where a quarter moon hung, shining against the dark and reflecting the disappearing sun as creation wakes to a new day on the other side of the world… and as daylight slipped slow and quiet into night, toward the end of this gift called Today.

It was just another day – not hugely thrilling in all its commonness.

But in these insignificant experiences, shared by ordinary dads and moms and friends in a small town most people have never heard of, just maybe in the sense of just another day, there’s a bit of the Divine sprinkled throughout.

As you and I live our quiet lives and keep our eyes looking up.

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