There is a lot happening.
This morning as I was bumbling about for the coffee grinder the thought occurred suddenly that the entire world was happening. Right then. I was zapped with the realization that in the same moment that I groggily scrambled eggs and sliced bread for toasting, such tiny and mundane events, the world was bustling with life and teeming with stories.
The thought brought my morning kitchen rituals to a pause.
I was blessed in that moment. I was blessed at noticing the soft light beaming its morning hello and the green leaves waving back, hearing the neighbor's pups romp about in the dew and the many commuters buzzing by. Things simple and profound, I know, were happening here... and everywhere.
Everyone is busy. All are about something, every single human on the earth. There are thousands of stories all being told at once, and yet only one at a time.
This universal happening of the world has been lost to me of late. I have been completely absorbed in my own goings on. That is probably because there really is much ado at present.
Allow me to explain.
A month or so ago I decided that it was time to move from Birmingham to Atlanta. My fiancé Aaron, who lives in Atlanta, agreed wholeheartedly. This was decision was bolstered when our (absolutely fantastic) church there in GA offered me a wonderful position dealing in worship leadership. In exchange for planning, facilitating, and leading worship every week, I would live rent-free in the church’s hospitality suite. That suite is in the church building, which is on a farm, which is in the middle of east Atlanta, which is 12 minutes away from where Aaron lives.
Yeah. I was—am—super excited.
However, in the meantime, I have been working full-time at the farm-to-table restaurant, finishing a major writing project, chiseling away at my perfectionism, planning a wedding, and traveling every weekend this month leading worship for youth events, all the while marketing my little townhouse for sublet and packing boxes for the upcoming move.
Also, we have been in the midst of tax season here in the USA. And, just to reiterate, Aaron and I live in different time zones.
I would like to say that I have handled this well.
In some ways, I have. I have enjoyed my life, this happening story with all its goings on. I have known God through them and have been blessed by the challenges of time and deadline and responsibility. These personal happenings have been a pleasure with which to engross myself.
But, there is something I have done poorly. There is something I have looked over. It is this other happening. I have zoomed in too far, looked largely to my own affairs, and have almost forgotten the happening world around me.
The world is spinning and groaning and evolving and bustling and thriving and hurting and brimming with LIFE.
Oh, I have missed this. I have missed this conscious, intentional awareness of life. I have missed the thrill of knowing with each breath and blink life comes and goes for us all.
For the Master is made known in such breaths and blinks. The Creator is glorified in a waving branch and a dancing shadow and in our human notice of them all.
Oh, how I have missed You.
There is hope as I sit and breathe deeply, drinking in the sights and sounds of a day's closing. There is a lot happening, and I thank God for simple reminders of the profound and the large. I thank God for poking a hole in my haze of days so that I might not miss out on Divine happenings in this world...for reminding me that I am small, but important, and a chosen participant in it all.