More often than not, the moments that matter are cleverly disguised as everyday, normal moments. Usually, the times when miracles occur are at 10am on a Tuesday morning when everything is as ordinary as it can be. Always do the usual things end up meaning more when you no longer have them.

The moments, the spaces in time, I'll miss most are the ordinary stuff. The usual. The non spectacular moments. Because if the most blase of moments can be special, then you know you are experiencing something wonderful indeed.

I wish that occasionally I could just freeze time. That I could pull the "time out" like Zach off of "Saved by the Bell" and capture those moments forever. Moments spent riding to school, cooking dinner, drinking coffee, singing the Hymn of Invitation, hugging the same person as you always do. The things that you do a million times over and never think twice about mean more when you realize that you no longer have them.

How do you store up these meaningful moments? How do you take time to recognize them for the miracles they are amidst the normal everyday? How to do you honor them for the unique meaning they give to our lives?

I guess what makes them special is the recognition of them. The essence that is so beautiful that there is no way to bottle it, to save it, to keep it for a rainy day. I guess the beauty is in ordinary and in the everyday. The beauty is in its inability to be saved or stored or stopped.

The thing is- how amazing is it that they are people who matter so much they can make the most blase, unspecial, ordinary, boring times absolutely incredible, irreplaceable, and miraculous?