Always the same
yet always different. The trees put on a
magnificent show every year, but it never grows old to me. The same leaves turn the same color but every
Fall it is new and refreshing. The show
doesn’t last very long; it builds up in intensity, displays its beauty, and
then the leaves fall to the ground and decay, working themselves back into the
earth.
Nature is a thing
of beauty 24/7, but the peak beauty only lasts a brief time. I have my peak moments but most of my life is
steady, ordinary, and pretty mundane.
This culture I live in wants to make life intense and spectacular all
the time; that constant intensity merely exhausts me.
Life isn’t made
more meaningful by making everything special and spectacular; if everything is
special and spectacular, nothing is special and spectacular. We need to allow for the ordinary to be
mundane so that special and spectacular moments will be noticed when they
arise.
There is rest and
stability in the ordinary. It is a safe
place for me; a holy place where God and I can simply relax and BE. No burning bush, no major flood, no changing
water into wine, no raising the dead; simply BEING. It is the still small voice being heard and
absorbed on a constant basis. I like the
spectacular sometimes, but most of my life is quite ordinary and that seems to
suit me the best.
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