Tuesdays: The Extraordinary Mundane
- Bailey
- Feb 18, 2015
- 2 min read
1. senses The inevitable consequence of gorgeously perfect 70 degree weather in February has caught up with me: allergies. But today is Tuesday, and that attitude just would not do. So with willful determination I took delight in the [memory/hope of] glorious gifts that are my sense of taste and smell. This train of thought ushered in an unexpected gratefulness for all five of my senses. Because how great is our God to create us with the capacity to touch, taste, smell, hear, and see? I think about how beautiful it is to hug my family, taste coffee (oh how I missed that this morning), enjoy smell-memories, hear “I love you”, and physically see the evidence of this Visionary-Maker in His creation, and I am overwhelmed by the bigness of God in the small things.
2. senior-itis The all-consuming, inevitable, life-changing disease of every senior in high school, senior-itis has ruined me for life. It demands that not every assignment be written legibly, not all notes be taken in color-coded glory, and that grades will rise from the ashes. The effect senior-itis has had on me is marvelous–I sit in awe of the absence of the nail-biting, fear-inducing feelings of terror before and after every test. The freedom transcends understanding and feels so wonderful that I might be sick forever.
3. dancing in the car For whatever absurd, societal-influenced reason I was all in a rush to get home and do nothing. I was focused on a destination, with zero regard for anything or anyone else. At a stop light I look in my rear view mirror and see two people dancing wildly in their car. Their enjoyment was contagious and made me not only crack a smile, but stop my rush-to-nowhere thoughts in their tracks. If every beat of my heart and breath in my lungs is a gift of grace, then isn’t every moment a cause for dancing? If not literally dancing in every single moment, then why not at least celebrating the life bought for me–whether actually dancing, or singing, or taking the time to be with people, to live the grace He died to give?
4. the cross In response to a blog post I read, I am challenging myself to carry the Cross in my head–the reality of what it means, what was conquered there, and who I am being transformed into because of it–because that is the only way for the real kind of love and grace to show up in my actions and words and state of my heart.
