Normalcy

 

I recently saw a Facebook post that spoke of appreciating "normal". It was referencing the mother's family life...a moment in their life when things felt normal. It was such a coincidence because at that very moment I felt so abnormal. Here I was at the coffee shop at 7 in the morning because my son was at his father's house where he spent the night. (Something I may not have mentioned to you bloggers-I am separated (almost divorced) from my husband and am a single parent). I was saying to God how I hated that I could not wake up to "normal".

But what struck me as well is that, in America, what I was defining as "abnormal" is sooo "normal". Single parent homes are normal. Marital separation and divorce are normal. That hurts my heart. It makes me grieve for my son, for me, and for others living our life or one similar.

We make lemons into lemonade, but what is wrong with truly desiring the garden?

I am not saying that there is no victory for the children after a separation or divorce; there definitely IS. However, what is wrong with truly desiring and praying for "normal"?