The house is quiet this morning after the boys leave for school. I load the dishwasher and round up laundry. I must get ready for Bible study in a little bit, but now it is too early. There are a lot of things that need doing but this moment won’t allow enough time. So for this small bit of space in the day, all I have to think about is myself—my schedule, my projects, my goals and dreams.
What a dangerous place to be.
I can get used to this too easily; I’ve always been a solitary one. But see, I am missing someone. And the difference between shared moments and solitary ones sits heavily on my chest. It’s the difference between living self-absorbed and living in love.
Last week, the winds came through and shook the trees free of the calico leaves. Fall’s glory is on the wane around these parts but over the weekend I spent sixteen hours on a bus—up and back—with a bunch of high school kids, heading to the sweetest place on earth. From my back row seat, the hills along the road to Pennsylvania still breathed the fire of beauty.
A lot of things are like that in life, no? Beauty shines untouchable from far away. But when we get up close we’re able to see the not-so-perfect bits that make up the whole. Living in community, serving one another—it doesn’t always feel so warm and fuzzy. It’s the tree shaken clean, bare and naked against the sky’s blue eye.
We need to step away to see the beauty. Grief does that—gives a lens to look through at the ordinary moments and see the holy there. Scripture says to love each other earnestly. That when I serve, I serve as one who serves by the strength that God supplies. So that in everythingGod may be glorified. (1 Peter 4:8-11)
Since Allume, my head has been full of branding, and the need to redo my website, and urgency regarding networking, and connections. I’ve been formulating plans. But instead of these things, this morning I will fold the laundry. And I am grateful for the balled up sock that when turned right-side out drops leaf chaff all over the other clean whites.
I am grateful to love this way—through serving.