"Maybe I had miscalculated what was left of my life. Maybe it wasn't loose change. Or actually the whole thing was loose change, from start to finish-- many, many little moments, each Holiday, each Valentine, each year unbearably repetitive and yet somehow always new. You could never buy anything with it, you could never cash it in for something more valuable or more whole. It was just all these days, held together by the fragile memory of one person-- or if you were lucky, two. And because of this, this lack of inherent meaning or value, it was stunning. Like the most intricate, radical piece of art. It dared to be nothing and so demanded everything of you."
My prayer is that Lent would be a season of noticing. Noticing the little ordinary moments that make up the loose change of our lives. May we release our desire to cash in our plain extraordinary lives in for something more. May we see how intricate and stunning it is to be alive. May we know the simple adventure of a life lived. May we notice the wild miracles of every day, and dare to give the present everything we have.
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It is the ordinary things in life that give life meaning and security. If you didn't have these times, life would feel less peaceful. It gives that special balance - that gives us the strength to do the tougher things like change, stress, courage to do the unknown. God, thank you for the warm cups of tea, the little chats with friends, the traditional gatherings, to help me through the rough patches of this road we on. amen.
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