Rushing from adrenaline rush to adrenaline rush…mountain top to mountain top…we tend to abhor what we label (mis-label) as everyday, boring tedium. Washing dishes, folding the laundry, washing the car, fixing the gate to the yard, chopping carrots, putting kids to bed, re-organizing our closet…
We want to do “big things.” You know, like watch a great movie (ha). We want a “chicken soup for the soul,” “hallmark hall of fame” moment to wash over us every day. If we don’t feel the electric tingles or the weepies we think a moment must not have been “real” or “worthy” of retelling. And maybe it’s not worthy of retelling…at least in the awesome dinner story around the table. But it’s the everyday stuff that is most definitely real. Maybe even more real, real-er, than those “precious moments” that we like to romanticize. Maybe the campfire Jesus sat around with the disciples was just as real and worthy as the miracles the disciples witnessed. Maybe taking a meal to a family is just as (more!) worthy than starting a charity.
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