Exulting in monotony

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again,’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again,’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike: it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” -G.K. Chesterton

I am not always up before the sun, especially when the days are getting longer as they are now. But, when I get to see a sunrise, I am thankful, and I think of this quote. Every sunrise is different and miraculous. Taking a walk beneath a full moon and the stars on a summer evening is a wondrous thing. Every spring the dogwoods bloom, and the birds come back and lay eggs. We have amazing thunderstorms and beautiful snow. My aunt’s cat sleeps on the sunny windowsill while squirrels chase each other through the trees outside. God could have made the world a boring place, but we have birds and flowers and trees that are beautiful, not just functional. I would like to stay young enough to see all of that for the inexplicable magic that it is. I am thankful that God does not seem to be bored of making the sun come up every day, or making the world new and different with each season.

Yesterday Mike and I took a picnic lunch to the park after church and had a nice hour or so reading and eating. We went home and did more of the same on our back porch, mellowing in the sun with some “Classical Music for Readers” coming out our open window. It was just about perfect – the kind of day I hope God never gets tired of creating.

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