Monday, November 16, 2009

An Every Morning Celebration

There's nothing like a weekend in the woods to set my mind aright. From a bonding and planning retreat with my students to a time spent camping and hiking with friends, I feel like my heart is in a place it hasn't been in awhile.

Not one that's necessarily better, persay, just simpler. More grounded, less distracted, more focused and intent. It makes everything different and offers perspective. Perspective that takes what has felt like a string of months of busy mornings to one of calm - peace - reflection - and wonder. One that gave me the ability to see this day and its importance in a way I could not have just a couple of days ago.

Today, my mom and I celebrate our twelfth "spiritual" birthday. November 16th marks the day the two of us sat on metal folding chairs in a tiny Sunday school room in our church at the time and became believers. In that moment, we asked to give up everything we knew on our own to take the fullness that is a relationship with an incredibly relational God.

It's been a journey for the both of us individually, and I am thankful for every bit of it and namely that I share it with the woman who brought me into the world. That my rebirth, if you will, is shared with her is something I couldn't have asked the Lord to do more perfectly.

And so I celebrated, with a cup of tea, my favorite breakfast scramble, and some time spent studying in Ephesians. Sounds like a grand ole' party, doesn't it? Well to me, it does. It's the kind of habit I want every day to start with, seeing the beauty in simplicity and recognizing how everything must start in the place I know to be most secure, most true, and most present.

Call it an every morning celebration, if you will.

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Happy rebirthday, friend. :)

Natalie Afton said...

"...everything must start in the place i know to be most secure, most true, and most present."

yes. well said, dear friend.