Our town recently hosted a hot air balloon rally, and each morning on our way to school that week, the kids and I would see the balloons.
We pretended our minivan had magically transformed into a hot air balloon and the other balloons were escorting us to school.
The girls' backpacks served as parachutes as they leaped from the van onto the sidewalk below.
I've always thought hot air balloons were magical and loved our early morning show.
Then on Saturday, we got to see the balloons up close at the park for a night glow. It was beautiful!
When we arrived, all of the balloons were deflated and waiting to be filled.
Watching them inflate, I was reminded of a line from Tennyson I read recently:
"Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margins fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life,
Life piled on life..."
I felt their pain and heard them sigh,
"How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!"
But then they were filled!
And they glowed!
And they were no longer dull.
It reminded me of how important it is for me to be filled, too. When my life feels deflated, and I don't feel special enough, I need to remember it isn't more doing that I need, just more filling.
Thank you, Lord, for making the ordinary extraordinary when it is filled with you.