The first official day of spring blew in with freezing winds and frigid tempartures around here. Oh Joy.
And around here we are on day 40-something of a fast I have failed at a handful of times already. And that feels about right, like I can’t ever get it quite right. Pity parties come easy this time of year.
Honestly, pity parties come easy in this season of life. My life is maddeningly chaotic (I mean really, I spend all day with five kids, six chicks, a dog, and a partridge in a pear tree.) (Okay, no partridge, or pear tree for that matter.), but it is also excruciatingly mundane. (Flush the toilet, use your words, no I don’t know what we are having for dinner yet.)
Days like today, Good Friday, I want to just sit and meditate in the glory of Jesus. I see everyone’s inspired words and I want to be inspired too. But there are meals to be prepared and Sunday School lessons to plan for and sometimes you want a date on a calendar to be more than a date.
I walk a weird and pulsing line between being a free spirit and being anchored right where I am. Most of the time I’m spinning off balance somewhere in a free fall.
We make meal plans and dinner. We make gallery walls and we make ouchies better. We make deadlines and we try our best to make time for some rest.
So how is a girl supposed to get a fresh start?
Where do we find the energy for a new idea?
What if we feel dried up and worn out from trying to make something happen?
I’ll sit down to a pint-sized Seder on Saturday. I was reluctant to tell because my last post was about Lent and now this? What’s with all the religious Kaylie?
And I’ll be the first to admit it can be just another fine line to walk. Tradition verses inspiration pitted against each other for the pulse of our souls.
So how do we get inspired?
By remembering that we don’t produce inspiration, we partake of it.
There is profound intrinsic value in remembering. In looking back, on reflecting.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.
His love is eternal.
Give thanks to the God of gods.
His love is eternal. Psalm 136:1-2
We are reminded over and over again to teach what God has done. To celebrate what God has done. To set aside specific time to remember what God has done.
Because Tradition and Inspiration aren’t on opposite sides.
It helps to remember that God never changes. He is the anchor. But He makes all things new. He is the Free Spirit.
Only when we are at our wits end and we have no creativity left can we turn around and look back to remember that it was never up to us to make anything anyways.
We don’t produce.
God produces. We have the glorious privilege of partaking and participating in what He is already doing.
When we have run out of juice we need only to drink of the juice to remember that He brings dead things back to life.
We sit down to Easter meals, Advent candles, and Lenten fasting to take a good long stare in the face of a God who never changes, but is the author of everything new. He is the only force big enough to transform whatever we are walking in.
Today we baked and we talked. I had eight little hands helping me out and we talked about Good Friday and the wages of sin. We talked about the One who paid that price. And we cracked eggs, stirred bowls, anddid the things that have to be done to prepare for a traditional dinner.
I was inspired. They wanted to write and sing songs about Jesus. They wanted to partake. They wanted to participate. And Oh Heavens, I know I’m not the only one that could use some more life.
So consider this my invitation to you to come to the table. To sit with me while we nibble on bread and talk about what God has done and find that He is still doing His thing.