The time was coming for me to give birth.
God's sentinel had told me that I would be the mother of the hoped-for One. Courage arose in me that I knew not, and I said, "Let it be to me."
But that was nine months past. A glorious beginning had leveled off to an ordinary middle.
There were no more angels or prophecies or leaping wombs. There were only crowds and noise.
~ Touching Wonder by John Blase
Sometimes we start something exciting, a new job or challenge, marriage, a new year and there is a thrill but the seasonal plateau does come. I think we are most brave when we are honouring the commitments in the ordinary thread of life.