This past weekend I heard someone speak the mundane moments in life. In fact, Ben said that it is just possible that those mundane moments are holy moments. It was a thought that resinated with me. They were words that made the wells of my eyes fill…
She stuck her head in the doorway and asked, “Almost finished? Want to check out the lake?”
“Sure,” I said.
Thirty minutes later 4 humans, 1 paddle board, and a newly acquired blow-up kayak were heading toward the lake. A clear 85 degree day accompanied by a warm breeze gave us a beautiful backdrop for paddling around.
“Let’s head over there,” I said pointing to what was either a small sand dune or the whitest stone-face ever. We paddled, talked, and laughed as we made our way to the shining white shoreline. Emery was the first out of the kayak and headed up the hill with Liam close behind.
“Is it sand?” I asked.
“No, it’s sandstone. Let’s go exploring.”
I watched as a mom and two kids begin their ascent into the unknown and the words, mundane moments are holy moments filled my head and the wells of my eyes filled again…
After returning from the lake adventure Emery asked for a spa appointment. “I think there’s room on the schedule for you,” I said, “but I’m hungry, how about if we have a spa platter today.”
A while back I was asked to help Emery with her shower. “Yep,” I said, “I believe there is room on the schedule for one spa appointment.”
Spa appointments happen regularly now. Complete with shampoo, conditioner, body wash and face scrub. Emery holds the shower head and I do the lathering. We giggle, laugh and comment on beauty supplies and how it’s amazing that the best spa in the world is in my bathroom!
We finished our spa treatment and climbed up on the stools that sit around the piano bar. Our spa patter was filled with cheese, crackers, blueberries, chocolates and nuts. Em and I ate, talked, and laughed. The words, mundane moments are holy moments filled my head and the wells of my eyes filled again….
There are so many voices shouting fear, anger, resentment, and paranoia. You don’t have to go far to find someone claiming “God’s anger!” Or “This is all made up.” Or “It’s my right!” We watch as numbers keep climbing, counting lives that are no longer with us. Number that are expected to soar and our only defense is to stay at home.
BUT home is where mundane happens the most. Home is where mundane resides. Mundane is where holy is found. It’s when we are most available. When we are listening in the quiet. It’s when ideas, inspiration, and peace are able to consume us.
This season of life that we find ourselves in has taught me to love mundane moments. My mundane radar is working overtime. I now run toward them instead of avoiding them. I know they are special and I want to flood my life with them.
Whether it’s 2 months or 2 years away, life will return and we’ll be free to fill us our schedules, drive our cars, and get back to busy. I’m going to spend this time practicing the mundane. I never want to be so busy that I have to look for it. I intend fill my days with as many holy moments as I can possibly cram in.