Normal?

Some days, I think I have a pretty good grasp on life.
Other days, I am just blown by the wind trying to figure out what to hold on to.
Don't get me wrong, I love the classic mix ups and twists,
Because let's face it- life would be dull and kinda pointless without them.
However, I just paused for a minute and asked myself-
Is their any sense of normalcy?
Any balance?
Any rhyme or rhythm?

But then I sat back and thought about it,
and I asked myself-
What would normal look like?
How would a balanced life feel?
Could I learn to dance to rhythm to these crazy days?

Then, I thought well- how boring would it be if we all danced to the same beat?
My symphony sounds completely different from anyone else's on the planet.
No one hears the same thing, the exact same way I do.
No one feels, reacts, or sees the exact way I do.
We are all originals with different blueprints.
Yes, we have siblings and common family traits-
but none 100% the same.
Not even identical twins.

How fascinating is that?
How artistic is the Creator-
to build and mold all of us in His image, but all so very different-
Creating this mosaic spread the whole world around.
A mosaic of lives intertwined, of lives hurting, of lives healing-
Of children laughing, souls dancing.

Ah, it really is all pretty beautiful.

So let's leave the normalcy to the ordinary.
We were all meant to be extraordinary,
In one way or another.
Creating an art of our own.


So go do a happy dance :)

Here is the deal...

Okay, okay.
I have done the blog thing several times and quit several times through.
This time, I want to try something different. Who knows, maybe it will stick?

Anyways, I was just thinking after a pretty rockin' week at the beach how much beauty there really is to this life.
How much we see,
How much we learn,
How much we love,
What shapes us,
What breaks us,
What changes us,
What moves us as members of the human race
and ultimately as a body of believers strung together by a beautiful God.

As I was thinking about these things I began to realize how much of my own story I have missed, forgotten, tried to forget or remembered with a smile, or even a little gash of pain.
These little moments make up my story,
my moments, my life.

So often we walk around this world at such a pace that we miss the things behind the pretty faces.
We miss the depths, we miss the stories.
We don't always dive into the mystery around us, the beauty as it's unfolding or the reasons to why we are the way we are.
It's hard stuff sometimes.
It's messy.
It's colorful.
It's funny.
It's sad.
It's full of love, and sometimes has a splash of hate.

But it's our life, none the less.
How remarkable is that for a piece of art.
What colors.
What beauty.

Are we really beholding all of that? All of it.
This one precious life we have been given.

As I sit here and think about all of this-
I have decided this is going to be my next attempt at a blog.
To fully live with eyes wide open-
revealing my story, discovering my story, my lessons,
and sharing stories and lessons along the way.

Like I said, sometimes it's messy, and sometimes its sweet- so leave your expectations on another website, because this blog- it's real.
There is so much beauty around us, we just have to open our eyes.

Join me on this adventure? :)