A Regular Day

Today is a regular day. It is a regular day with regular things to do. Washing clothes, picking up the house, getting kids to and from school and making contacts with friends. How can I make my regular day turn into an extraordinary day? Maybe I should sit back and enjoy the regularness of the day.

I've cut back my hours at work to only two days a week now, Wednesdays and Thursdays from 9:30 to 2:30. Surely I can handle 2 part-time days a week. I'm very thankful for my company allowing me to come in and work a few hours a week. I'll contine working to keep the service department organized and the paper flowing. I'll collect all the paperwork from the week and get it all where it needs to go. I'll probably order a few parts here and there and I'll type correspondence as needed. I may answer the phone sometimes and help out wherever else there might be an odd job. I can work from home on some things; I might do that sometimes.

I'm going to visit with friends at Catholic Charities today. That will be neat. Catholic Charities helps to integrate refugees from all over the world to America. In our city there must be 100 refugees that arrive every two weeks or so. It is crazy how many immigrants we have coming into America trying to make better their lives. I'm sort of sad for them coming into Memphis in an area in Midtown where life is still tough - there is so much crime in Memphis. There have been refugees who have been robbed. They are not treated very nice. That makes me sad. Many of the refugees I have met are truly wonderful people who want to get a job doing anything that will pay something and allow them to get a new grip on life. Several have degrees in their own country but the degree is not any or very good in America. I've made friends with some of them, but want to be a better friend to them.

I'm looking forward to that part of my regular day. I love helping out in the ESL (English as a Second Language) classes. I'd love to learn another language. it is sad to me that many of the refugees speak two to 5 or more languages. They try hard to communicate with me but find it difficult because I can only speak one language. I feel inadequate in that, but I know that God has chosen a special kind of language for me to speak - a love language! I just want to help where I can and I know if it is supposed to happen then it will. He will make a way.

Mayby visiting the refugees today will help make my regular ordinary day a little bit unregular and extraordinary.