I am not a big fan of running errands. My usual run of these mundane tasks includes the post office, the bank, the supermarket and the dry cleaners. And yes, in that very order. Trust me, it’s the same run every single week. But last week was different.
Going into the bank, the teller called me over – by name. She’s a young woman, about my own daughter’s age, and has worked in several of the banks where we have done business. Conversation has always been pleasant but very surface in nature. But not that day.
She shared her last day was coming soon. A single mom, with a soon to be three year old, she was going to be a stay at home mom. Over the last few weeks, she had picked her daughter up with injuries which no one could explain. Overwhelmed with the thought of something happening to her little girl, she made her decision.
We shared at length, no other customers coming in, about life and family which always present us with challenges. As I began to walk away, she said, “Did you know that you’ve always been my favorite customer?”
I was shocked. Me? We had only exchanged pleasantries up until that day. “Me?”, I questioned.
“You always make me feel visible & valuable.”
In a snap, the mundane had suddenly become sacred.
That very same night, I read:
Our lives are one divine appointment after another, and it’s more a matter of how many we are being obedient in acknowledging. The question is not whether or not He is working around you. He is. The issue is whether or not you are listening with the expectation to hear Him.
(from Mended, Pieces of a Life Made Whole by Angie Smith, page 125)
Jesus said, “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they know me.” (John 10:27)
He is talking all the time. Most often, it is in the midst of the ordinary. And in those ordinary moments, the mundane, if we would but listen, we would discover ourselves in the middle of the extraordinary.
Listen with expectation.