We’re reading “Jack’s Insects” for Science. This…
“…for one of the things that collecting does for one is to make one think that beautiful common things are less worth looking at than much less beautiful ones that are rare–there are some collectors, in fact, who go even further and think nothing beautiful that is common.”
That’s me. I’ve been calling our days far from beautiful because they seem so common.
Every day it’s basically the same schedule. Feed them. Teach them. Read to them. Walk with them. Listen to them. Bathe them. Tuck them in.
It’s so common that its lost its glory. It’s easily taken for granted.
Imagine loss to embrace today. Imagine an empty crib. Imagine inconsolable crying. Imagine how life can change in a blink.
Then today will transform from common to extraordinary.
They missed Him. Missed the Savior. He was too common. Too ordinary.
If He comes as common then maybe He’s coming today. Maybe He’s here with me in this messy house…with these loud kids…with distracted me.
Maybe I’m missing Him, because I’m looking too hard. Maybe He’s closer than my next breath.
God, help me not to call an ounce of what You’ve ordained ordinary and miss the grace.
“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)
(Even the rainy ones…)