Primitive can be tricky. It often connotes a rustic atmosphere, maybe a setting that lacks comfort and convenience. But, the rustic qualities of primitive go hand-in-hand with the pastoral beauty of rural settings.
The same dichotomy applies to the un-paved aspects of life. Primitive can be heartbreaking and painful, full of trials and obstacles. But, the rough roads we traverse are often what yields the most abundant spiritual harvest. Primitive produces eyes that see beyond circumstance, a joy that is not bound by daily pressures, and humble spirit that could only be brought on by a bumpy path.
Because I am reading One Thousand Gifts, gratitude is continually on my mind. In the midst of irritation and frustration, I can’t help but hear the echoes of eucharisteo in my heart. Sometimes, when all I want to do is wallow in my bitterness and cross feelings, I envision Ann running across a field, her apron flying behind as she chases the moon. She is wanting to touch the beauty of creation, to feel a part of this life God made.
I know I have a responsibility to chase after my own moons, to reach out at all costs to find the eucharisteo in all life’s circumstances. I choose whether to accept or whether to reject what God has so freely given.
I’m beginning to see eucharisteo is both the rustic and rich parts of life. I see the beauty in primitive and I am thankful.
I look at rain and am thankful for the pines towering above in puddles below.
I sense the cold outside and am thankful for my cozy blankets and mugs of hot tea.
I participate in conflict and am thankful for grace and forgiveness.
We have each been dealt a portion of primitive. We choose whether it is a source of burden or beauty.
How do you respond to your portion of primitive?
I’ll be featuring A Portion of Primitive occasionally to spotlight the primitive in my life. My primitive this week is the natural beauty that surrounds our home.
Sometimes woods and trails are hard to traverse. Just last week, Tim and I had to turn back from an attempt to hike because of icy conditions. I was deeply thankful to see the trail overflowing with green this weekend, even in the middle of Winter.