Today I’m grateful to welcome the Unforced Rhythms community to my little space on the internet – Welcome, friends.
This past year was a real doozy for me personally, full of all sorts of unexpected ups and downs. 2015 has me feeling glad to embrace something new, ready to look ahead and move on. As I do, though, there are a number of things I will carry with me from 2014 – two, in particular, that I’d like to share with you.
The first is that years like the one I had in 2014 have a way of revealing your real friends – periods of sickness and struggle have a way of highlighting who it is that really helps you carry the burden of your own life.
These friends, whether near or far, tend to stick around for both the ups and downs, and if you’re fortunate to have some very old friendships (as I am) these people bring the extra special gift of knowing your history. Armed with that knowledge they’re able to see beyond the present circumstances and remind you of your own story, to tell it back to you when it feels like you’ve lost your way or run into a dead-end.
This is one of the things I see and appreciate in the Unforced Rhythms community which originally grew out of Michelle DeRusha’s “Hear it on Sunday, Use it on Monday” link-up before being passed on to Kelli Woodford. As a participant in both link-ups, I’ve noticed that while there are people who come and go, there’s also a core of dedicated people who make up this network of grace-seeking, spirit-listening people.
You, my friends, are the “old friends,” the ones who know the history and can tell it back to newcomers like myself and who hold the life of the community steady as it waxes and wanes. You’ve stayed steady, faithful, as we’ve rounded bends, hit dead-ends and generally journeyed together.
Thank you for being here, for your faithfulness, commitment and dedication.
Thank you for visiting other links, for commenting and sharing, for praying for each other.
This community is more than just a gathering of links and names, more than the digital code that ties it all together – beyond all of that is real flesh and blood, body and spirit that knits it all together. This is a credit to Michelle DeRusha, Kelli Woodford and others who led and made space for community to grow.
As I look ahead to hosting this link-up I’d like to again ask for your grace as I humbly make some tweaks and changes. I’m grateful to welcome you here and I want to welcome you in a way that reflects who I am and the core of what I value here at Wild Flowers.
Sometime I’ll tell you more about that – how I came to be here, how I live and breathe and write here in the midst of a very ordinary life, but for now I want to keep it simple and let you know about something else I learned in 2014 and how I hope that will give us vision and energy as we connect in the year ahead.
I’m a dreamer, a planner, a girl with big expectations when it comes to life. But I’m also very limited in all the common ways that make us human – I have less time, less energy, less resources than I think I should. I’m not always able to follow through with my own big ideas – whether for my family, church or professional life.
Limits are a gift, though, a reminder of our common humanity and an invitation to embrace the small moments of joy, wonder, grace and even sorrow that fill our daily lives. There are lots of groups, lots of blogs and speakers out there encouraging us to “think big,” to “dream” and “extend our reach,” in short, to “overcome our limits” and while there are times for stepping out, there are also times for embracing the small things, for observing and savoring the moment. In fact it’s the ability to see and savor what is that most often leads to something more.
Seeing what is.
Now that’s an interesting invitation.
What if we chose to deliberately look for the small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God?
Isn’t it possible that when we look for Wonder, we start to see it more and more? That small wonders might pile together on top of themselves into a lifetime of grace?
What if we choose to be a community of wonder-seekers who live and write with open hearts looking, listening for the breath of God in every moment, every place, every person?
That’s my proposal – that we would gather together here each week (or as often as we’re able) to share with each other one small moment of Wonder from each of our days.
In the weeks ahead I want to invite you to link-up a brief post of about five hundred words or less about a Small moment of Wonder. Will you join me in that, in cultivating a space for and celebration of wonder?
Think about it. Pray about it. Let me know what you think.
For now, this week, link up what you have done already.
But next week and in the weeks ahead, keep an eye out for the little moments of wonder when the very ground you stand on opens up to reveal the Something More your heart is longing for. Then jot it down quickly. Briefly create a little word picture as a way of pressing Wonder deeper into your heart and then stop by and share it with us here.