Some weeks don’t feel especially extraordinary.
There’s no big victory to post about, no major announcement, no milestone crossed. Just another stretch of ordinary days. You know the ones. The days that are filled with errands, half-finished to-do lists, check-in texts, and figuring out what to make for dinner.
And yet, I keep being reminded that this is where we truly find love.
This past week, I’ve had to show up. In quiet ways, not loud ones.
For a family member who needed a word of encouragement.
For coworkers who were feeling stressed.
For my wife, who needed me just to be there as she recovered.
No podiums. No crowds. Just presence.
And what I’m learning (again) is that being present isn’t a lesser version of making a difference. On the contrary, it’s the foundation. Being present is where making a difference begins.
Being there.
Staying in it.
Listening longer.
Taking time to rest.
Folding the laundry.
Driving someone to work–or staying up late to make sure they get home okay.
Giving grace to someone who is giving themselves far too little.
That’s God’s work, my friends. That’s obedience. That’s love.
Not because it’s flashy, but because it’s faithful. Every single time we are present in someone else’s lives, we are doing what He always does. Every single day He is faithful. Every. Single Day.
I know that God must look at all of these things that we think are small or unimpressive or mundane, and it makes Him smile. He wants to remind us that these little moments are just as important as the big moments. As a song I love says, “Love isn’t the best days or the worst days: love is the Tuesdays.”
Tuesday. Not the start of the week. Not the middle. Not the weekend, and usually not the most important day of the week. It’s what you do on those days, those unimportant days, that shows how much you love.
So, if you’re feeling tired, if you’re wondering whether you’ve done enough, if you’ve shown up again this week and it still feels like not much. Ask yourself this: is this the best day? Is this the worst day?
Probably not. If it feels like a Tuesday, unimportant and mundane, then it’s love.
Duane S. Montague 