This particular post ~~~~

“I have been turning from writing so much about day-to-day feelings/thoughts/actions that happen as a result of the death of a spouse where much love has been preserved and yet freely handed out.  I think it is because February 14th is slowly creeping up on me and everywhere I look, there it is.  But as I was doing my dishes tonight, I happen to look over on my refrigerator door and saw “A Normal Day” where it has been since 1972 when I first read it and made sure I never would forget it.  In my book “One Woman’s Journey into Widowhood”, it was a major part of the beginning of that little book.  I want to post it tonight so all of you can have a copy if you so wish to print it.


“Holding it in my hand this one last moment I have come to see it as more than an ordinary rock. It is a gem, a jewel.

“In time of war, in peril of death people have dug their hands and faces into the earth and remembered this.

“In time of loneliness and separation people have stretched themselves taut and waited for this.

“In time of hunger, homelessness, and want, people have raised bony hands to the skies and stayed alive for this.

Normal Day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.  Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, and bless you before you depart.  Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.  Let me hold you while I may for it will not always be so.

“One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want more than all the world your return. And then I will know what now I am guessing – – that you are, indeed, a common rock and not a jewel but that common rock made of the very mass substance of the earth, in all its strength and plenty, puts a gem to sham.

“The day is over and now I will sleep.”

Mary Jean Irion wrote this beautiful essay and it was included in a book of essays published in 1970, entitled, “Yes. World.  A Mosaic of Meditation”.


Ah, yes!  Normal Day.  That “one day” came and I have buried my face in my pillow, raised my hands to the sky and “wanted more than anything your return.”  I DO REMEMBER how “The Normal Day” could put any gem to sham.  It was soooooooooo much more.  Yes I  remember it’s beauty and the day’s blessings that came with each day that many times I took for granted.  Now though, those 41 years a/k/a 14,965 days were more precious than gold and will always remain in the vault of my heart.  I have been so very blest in every single way possible; hard times, easy times, beautiful times, ugly times, rich times, poor times, in health and in sickness times.

(Yes!  And though there have been those 14,965 days ~~~~ besides those there have been 3,650 days since then, without my lover but very much blest indeed!)

Abiding in the Shadow of my Lord


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