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FIND JOY IN THE ORDINARY
by Max Lucado
We played every game we knew.
We ran up and down the hall.
We played "find me" behind the couch.
We bounced the beach ball off each other's
heads.
We wrestled, played tag, and danced.
It was a big evening for Mom, Dad, and little
Jenna.
We were having so much fun that we ignored
the bedtime hour and turned off the T.V.
And if the storm hadn't hit,
who knows how late we would have played.

But then the storm hit.
Rain pattered, then tapped, then slapped against
the windows.
The winds roared in off the Atlantic and gushed
through the nearby mountains
with such force that all the power went off.
The adjacent valley acted as a funnel, hosing
wind on the city.

We all went into the bedroom and lay on the bed.
In the darkness we listened to the divine
orchestra.
Electricity danced in the sky like a conductor's
baton
summoning the deep kettledrums of thunder.

I sensed it as we were lying on the bed.
It blew over me mixed with the sweet fragrance
of fresh rain.
My wife was lying silently at my side.
Jenna was using my stomach for her pillow. She,
too, was quiet.
Our second child, only a month from birth,
rested within the womb of her mother.
They must have sensed it, for no one spoke.
It entered our presence as if introduced by God
himself.
And no one dared stir for fear it would leave
prematurely.
What was it? An eternal instant.

An instant in time that had no time.
A picture that froze in mid-frame, demanding to
be savored.
A minute that refused to die after sixty
seconds.
A moment that was lifted off the time line and
amplified into a forever
so all the angels could witness its majesty.

An eternal instant.
A moment that reminds you of the treasures
surrounding you.
Your home.
Your peace of mind.
Your health.
A moment that tenderly rebukes you
for spending so much time on temporal
preoccupations
such as savings accounts, houses, and
punctuality.
A moment that can bring a mist to the manliest
of eyes
and perspective to the darkest life.

Eternal instants have dotted history.
It was an eternal instant when the Creator
smiled and said,
"It is good."
It was a timeless moment when Abraham pleaded
for mercy
from the God of mercy, "But if there are just
ten faithful."
It was a moment without time when Noah pushed
open the rain soaked hatch
and breathed in the clean air.
And it was a moment in the "fullness of time"
when a carpenter,
some smelly shepherds, and an exhausted, young
mother
stood in silent awe at the sight of the infant
in the manger.

Eternal instants. You've had them. We all have.
Sharing a porch swing on a summer evening with
your grandchild.
Seeing her face in the glow of the candle.
Putting your arm into your husband's as you
stroll
through the golden leaves and breathe the brisk
autumn air.
Listening to your six-year-old thank God for
everything
from goldfish to Grandma.

Such moments are necessary because they remind
us
that everything is okay.
The King is still on the throne and life is
still worth living.
Eternal instants remind us that love is still
the greatest possession
and the future is nothing to fear.

The next time an instant in your life begins to
be eternal, let it.
Put your head back on the pillow and soak it in.
Resist the urge to cut it short.
Don't interrupt the silence or shatter the
solemnity.
You are, in a very special way, on holy ground.

from God Came Near
Copyright 1987 Max Lucado



~Made with Love!~

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