I read something the other day that I had never read before.

“Men go to the mountain to seek God. God comes to women in their ordinary day.”

Tears filled my eyes, instantly.

There’s something unnerving about the mundane that is everyday life. The hustle and bustle of going to work to never relax. The chaos that is raising small humans to worry constantly that you’re not succeeding in it. The constant gut punch that your life belongs to anyone, but yourself. A victim to the busyness of cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, laundering, and all that’s in between to even run a functioning home.

It’s exhausting.

In the Word, it always speaks of the men going to the mountains to worship. Abraham. Moses.

It’s never mentioned that women drop what they’re doing to go to the mountain. In truth, who could drop:

Babies.

Meals.

Laundry.

I thought more on the statement.

God came to Eve in the garden.

He came to Mary through an angel in her home.

He came to Mary of Magdalene in His tomb.

His messenger met Hagar in the spring.

He met Martha on the road.

And because these women felt loved, and seen…. They dedicated their entire beings, and the beings they created to their Creator. A full circle moment, no doubt. Obedience given in full trust of the One who holds the whole world in His hands.

Hannah with Samuel.

Sarah with Isaac.

Rachel with Joseph.

Elizabeth with John the Baptist.

Acts of service is my love language. It’s how I give and receive love. It’s something I chose to make a career. My cup is filled to the brim when I sit with mamaws and papaws. It’s not a secret how this came to be.

I watched a woman wash feet ,metaphorically, her entire life; her existence wrapped in service. I watched a woman rise before the rest of her family to cook breakfast. I watched a woman over a kitchen stove making dinner. I watched a woman washing and folding clothes in between meals. I watched a woman work the garden for veggies she didn’t even like; but her family did.

It fills me to the brim with how God designed women; His intent for us.

He met Mary of Bethany while she washed His feet.

He met the Samaritan woman at the well where she drew water.

He met the adulteress where she stood to be stoned.

And it hits you…… where He met you

He met me in an unplanned pregnancy. He met me in school as an unwed mother. He met me as a single mother trying to survive. He met me when He brought me my Boaz. He met me when He gave me my daughter.

He will meet me at any endeavor. Trial. Triumph. Victory. Loss.

I’m so happy God comes to women just as we are. I’m so thankful for the ordinary, mundane life that He trusts us with to make extraordinary. I’m so grateful He meets us in gardens, wells, kitchens, tombs, and bedsides.

After all, just an ordinary, unwed girl brought forth the ransom of the world. The EXTRAORDINARY comes from the ordinary.