worth it...

So this past weekend I found myself looking into Pearl's eyes with excitement, intrigue, bewilderment, but also a sense that I had arrived and saying....

..."I've found my people!"

Now if that's true or not, I don't know, but what I do know is that as I walked with my family towards the cyclocross race this past Saturday and the DJ made the air electric and the bikes whirled by, and the people had a care free spirit of "all's welcome here" and I wanted more.

Like make you stay up late looking to buy a bike and go to races this weekend more. Not sure exactly what bug I've caught but something caught me and I want more of it.

Will this last beyond this weekend? I honestly don't know. But I do know this past weekend was fun, like stupid, cry from laughing, heart explode fun.

There was something about the energy of the race, the joy of the boys, the crispiness of the fall air... something that just made it a great weekend.

So will I be going to a race next month? Not sure, but this weekend was worth it.

Worth being intentional to get outside of my bubble.

Worth choosing to work at a coffee house instead of the office.

Worth pausing from emails long enough to notice the folks around me.

Worth making eye contact with the biker rolling in for a morning cup of joe before starting his ride.

Worth swapping cell numbers.

Worth connecting over coffee again later to get to know him more.

Worth taking him up on an invitation to experience this wild-fun-world that he calls home.

Am I now a cyclocross racer? Not sure, but this weekend was fun.

But what I do know I am, is a follower of Jesus. What I do know I do each weekend, is gather with friends at church and sing, and clap, and be inspired, and drink coffee, and love every minute of being there.

So, will I be at a cyclocross next month? Not sure. But will I be at church, absolutely.

So a text and an invite with a stranger, leading to coffee, leading to a race, leading to an awesome experience was worth it, and I we approach Thanksgiving, Baptism, and Christmas, I can't wait to extend the same simple invite to my friends and who knows, they may just love church as much as I loved the race.