|Yawn...just the birthplace of our country...site of the Boston Massacre...place where the Declaration of Independence was first read....yawn. So boring.|
If all goes according to plan, I will head to Boston in a few hours in order to pick Robert up at Logan airport. He's coming home from his trip to the Dominican Republic tonight. Over the weekend, I started thinking about how much I love Boston, and that if I worked hard to get a lot of my teaching, cleaning, shopping, cooking, corresponding work done, then maybe I could spend most of the day in Boston today. My plan is to spend several hours at the Museum of Fine Arts which is something I have not been able to do yet. I can hardly wait!
The weird thing is that Robert leaves this morning from the DR, and arrives at New York City's JFK airport mid-day. He'll have to spend six or seven hours in an airport and city that is only about 3 hours away from Boston, and not leave until 8pm. I know I've mentioned this before, but just typing those words ~ Logan Airport, Museum of Fine Arts, New York City, and JFK airport feels crazy to a girl who grew up in Texas and then spent four years living in Oklahoma. Others seem to assimilate into these cool, big-city cultures in a much more suave and nonchalant way. Not me. I still can't get over it. My camera is around my neck at all times. People tease, and I feel silly, but I can't help being in awe of where I currently live ~ and have lived for quite some time now. I am so uncool.
|No big deal ~ just a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park?!?!|
In my excitement over a potential trip to Boston, I got to thinking about how my excitement over being a chosen child of God ~ died for, forgiven, reborn, adopted, and given an imperishable inheritance often does not match my tourist-in-my-own-state giddiness. I am cool and nonchalant when it comes to that amazing spiritual reality. I take it for granted, and do not explore and enjoy it. Sometimes I even hate it in my complaints and discontent. I don't want to capture it on the film of my heart and mind and marvel at its miraculous beauty. So what? is sometimes my attitude. What's the big deal? Oh ~ there are many days when I'm thankful and many moments I'm in awe of who my Father is, but I'd like to be always and appropriately grateful for the incredible gift of His salvation ~ with my camera around my neck, jaw-dropped, at the wonders of being His child. It's a very big deal.
Lord, forgive my being under-whelmed at who You are and who I am in You. Forgive the thinking that I deserve this firm grounding in Your grace. I don't deserve it, and did nothing to obtain it. It was all You, and it is truly unbelievable. May I walk and live in the wonder of it at all times.