Changing Seasons

As I write this post, I can see our neighbor outside raking up leaves. Fall is certainly a favorite season for me, at least in the beginning. But once all of the colors change to brown and the freshness of the cool air just starts to feel cold, my love for the season starts to change. The familiarity of fall begins to take the edge off of my excitement of its arrival. I see that same case in other areas of my life. The giddiness of anticipation for something large or small soon is replaced with the mundane. Unfortunately, I have seen this at work in my relationship with Christ. I have such a desire, such a longing for time with him. But soon my times become part of the ordinary, easily pushed aside for another day.
What can ignite excitement once again? What can illicit that anticipation, at the same time pushing off the familiarity? Isn't it perspective? Isn't it a cherishing of the mundane, seeing it as worthy as well? The beauty of fall still remains, only my view of it has changed.