Memorial Day is just around the corner, then July 4th, then Labor Day. Time has its running shoes on. Mylo Jonathon and I are enjoying the Writing Porch. The cool breeze of spring is wafting through the screen. Thoughts of summer and cooking out on the grill. Salameats, potato salad, and games. An easy time of song and mirth while the Bullfrog Quartet performs.

I was listening to a podcast where a financial advisor said that riches come in many forms. Some folks lay up money as if someday they will enjoy it and never do…time ran out too soon. Others choose to travel or purchase art, or perhaps they enjoy clothes and thus have riches closely aligned with their personalities.

Many days, Ordinary Time is our surroundings. We look for the fireworks when God is in the little things of daily life. Pastor Meg reminded us on Sunday that when we consciously look outside our pattern of living, we see God. Have you driven the same route for years, and one day, a house along the side of the road you had not noticed? Or a person you know and have worked alongside, who you suddenly understand is consistently kind.

We introverts are not performers. We love to watch performances. We think about what we have seen, heard, and felt. Still Waters run deep. We follow the plot. We get the theme. The quiet of Ordinary Time enriches us. We seek the hidden gifts. Often, we see what others miss.