I woke up early this morning, determined to wage a war against all my laundry that needs to be folded. On my way through our living room I noticed that the Bible that sits out and open, and on display had been moved. Curious, I took it in my hands, and by the dim light of my cell phone, I found myself reading the book of Ecclesiastes. It begins by Solomon proclaiming, “Meaningless! Meaningless! Utterly Meaningless! Everything is Meaningless!” Twelve chapters of Solomon searching for meaning follow.
Isn’t that what we all are doing, searching for meaning? It is only when we reach the place of disgust with the mundane that we can begin to find it. Wisdom begins when our hearts cry out, “Meaningless!”
This has been my prayer for some time now, “Father, make it meaningful. Show me what I am not seeing. Teach me great lessons from what seems insignificant. Show me the extraordinary in the ordinary. Help me to see that not one moment is meaningless, but that the meaning of all things can be found in you. Help me to see you. Help me to hear you. May I learn the lessons you are trying to teach me. May I be faithful in the small matters of life, because I know that truly, not one matter is small, but divinely placed in my life by you. Help me to see that everything is not meaningless. Everything matters. And you, my God, matter most.”