Beauty in the Norm

I think there is something incredibly beautiful about normal. Does that make any sense? I mean it...there is a wonderful, peaceful quality that exists in a perfectly normal day. I know, I know...what is normal...isn't that a relative term? So, for those literalists out there, I mean a day without major crisis or drama, a day that has somewhat of a similar, familiar cadence to the days preceding and the days that will follow. Normal. I don't necessary mean unchanging, because I really enjoy change, and I don't mean boring, as in nothing at all happened in this day. Just a normal, peaceful day. It's really beautiful.

I love the seasons of the church year, Advent full of anticipation and promise, Epiphany full of light and wonder, Lent filled with contemplation, Pentecost filled with passion and fire...just to name a few. But I really find ordinary time to be beautiful, restorative and meaningful.

And guess what...I love all kinds of churches and worship experiences...but what I really, really find beautiful is our normal and amazing experience that we have every Sunday. I find it filled with connection, with people that I love deeply and those whom love me...filled with the Holy Spirit and faith. We aren't perfect folks, we are normal, amazing children of God.

Yes...I think there is something incredibly beautiful about normal.

Pre-fall is here!

We are seeing the signs of Fall this week...and I love it. The cooler weather hinting at what is to come in a month or two, the gardens just overflowing with produce, I just found out that we can pick apples this Saturday, and this morning I woke up and it was still very dark outside. I am one of those odd birds that really enjoys change...so this time of the year feels great to me.

I wonder as life shifts from season to season if I will allow myself to experience an inner-transformation as well? How about you? Any thoughts or comments about this today? I'd love to hear some others thoughts, wisdom and insights.

Have a wonderful pre-Fall day!