Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. ~ G.K. Chesterton
I love this quote because it makes me laugh and I love it because it reminds me that growing up isn’t a race toward the next event, the next holiday, the next achievement. It’s not a test of sophistication or talent or endurance or excellence. Growing up is slowing down to taking in every grace filled moment.
Tonight I’m missing the moon. I fell in love with the moon in the great green room many years ago. Night after night after night, my Mom would read Good Night Moon and night after night I’d say: Do it again! Do it again!
I still love the moon. I’m enchanted by its predictable cycle of waxing and waning. Just days ago it was stunningly huge and orange as it overwhelmed the eastern sky. Tonight it’s waned entirely, deferring to the stars. In a day or two, the moon will begin its shy return. My heart smiles as I say to God: Do it again! Do it again!