Is it mundane that the sunrises and sets every day?
Is it mundane that we breathe in and breathe out?
Is it mundane that we eat, we drink, we sleep?<\/p>\n
Or that the moon rotates around the earth?
Or that the earth revolves around the sun?
Or the stars continually shine in the night sky?<\/p>\n
Why would we? <\/p>\n
At the very least, they function to keep us alive.
At the very most, they are there to show us the importance of rhythm.<\/p>\n
What we think as mundane is nothing more than rhythm void of purpose.
But rhythm anchored in purpose embraces process, cultivates creativity, and ignites revelation.<\/p>\n
Just like a tree rooted and grounded. It\u2019s rested.
From the time it was in seed form all the way until it becomes a massive tree.<\/p>\n
It never left.
It never strived.
It never looked to be something else it wasn\u2019t.
It never questioned who it was.<\/p>\n
All it did was embrace the process of being.
All it did was immerse itself into the rhythm of creation.<\/p>\n
From the sunrises to the sunsets.
From the rainstorms to the droughts.
From the snowfalls to its last leaf on its branch.<\/p>\n
Through the cycle of seasons.
And the wildness of nature,
Here the beauty of life,
Defined.<\/p>\n
Here we embrace who we are.<\/p>\n
From the smallest of faith like that of a mustard seed, this incorruptible seed that has been deposited within us will grow to a massive tree where birds will make its nest.<\/p>\n
You see the Branch has no concept of hunger, lack, or need as long as it is conected to the Vine. <\/p>\n
So even in the midst of dryness when all we can feel is the scorching heat; or in the season of winter when all our leaves are gone and all we feel is the frigidity of the cold, we are never without the Vine. <\/p>\n
We can trust, we can be at peace, we can be still in the mundane and in the rhythm because the Abundant One lives within and His grace is sufficiently enough. <\/p>\n
As we can\u2019t separate ourselves from the air we breathe is the Spirit that\u2019s been joined with ours.<\/p>\n
So let\u2019s plant our feet.
And ground our being.
And take our stance,
And anchor our spirits.<\/p>\n
Here we embrace the process of being.
We immerse ourselves into the rhythm of creation.
Never questing who we are.<\/p>\n
Because as the sunrises and the sunsets.
As the rain pours and the heat comes.
As the snow falls and the wind blows.<\/p>\n
Through the cycle of seasons,
And the wildness of nature,
Here the beauty of life,
Defined.<\/p>\n
The sacredness of the mundane is revealed through it\u2019s purpose,
And rhythm grounded in purpose is where real rest is found.<\/p>\n
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