Tuesdays: The Extraordinary Mundane
- Bailey
- Mar 17, 2015
- 2 min read
1. concerts with the best Not that we went to a concert today, but we did just find out our favorite band will be in town real soon. My best friend and I, we’re a little unabashedly and un-apologetically in love with this band, so when we caught word that they will be performing here, on our stomping grounds, we were elated to say the least. More than that, it will be the second time in a year we get to see them, and more than that, the second time in a year that we get to be together, doing something we both love so much, in the middle of season when the time left together may be short, and the strain of the world threatens the deep-seated joy-smile on our faces. But we’ll fight back the time and we’ll revive the smiles…one night of escape at a time.
2. where the money is This song hit me hard and crystal-clear this morning. I’ve listened to it around a billion times, yet it never quite held the significance that it does now. I don’t know the actual intent behind the song, but the message I received from it seemed pretty straight forward: going into something, anything, with a greed for money, or a need for affirmation, or a desire for recognition, won’t yield enough of any of those things. “It’s just a tragedy trying to take its toll again.” Following my passion, my ambition for career, shouldn’t be a path towards anything less than glorifying the Maker who paved it. He is all I will ever need, He’s already accepted me more completely than anyone ever will, and promised me a future grander on every scale. And that is something worth pursuing.
3. the sun rising The sun (yes, finally glorious, golden rays of pure honey-joy) filtered through my window and woke me in the gentlest, most un-alarm-like fashion this morning. It was a tad forty-five minutes late waking me up, but Jesus knew I wouldn’t have made it through the day without it. “His name is higher than the rising sun.”
4. thank you, Jesus For legs that can run, for a body that can eat, for a house to come home to, for teachers who challenge me, for ears that can listen to music, for food and water, for parents that love me, for a bed to sleep in, for saving grace...I spoke these thanksgivings and more as I came home through the front door of my house. Stress may beat my mind to pieces, and I may let it, but look at the unrestrained gifts of generous God written in almost unfair extravagance all over my life. Who am I to be so consumed by anything else that I dare to miss one of these? Even my breath? That I woke up today? Who am I to be consumed with anything besides the Source of it all, the one who breathed it all into existence?
