You may have experienced this before. Your world gets turned upside down by something: a crisis, the birth of a baby, a long vacation, etc. And that morning you wake up at home for the first day of “back to normal, or new normal” you find perhaps unexpected solace in the ordinary rituals that make up your daily life.
It was a comfort to wake up in my new home, walk downstairs, brew the coffee, read my Bible, make breakfast for the kids, and put on a load of laundry just as I had for hundreds of mornings before. Those things that I have complained about so many times – the redundancy of housework, the hard work of homeschooling, the meal planning and preparation – were a steady rhythm in the midst of so much change.
What am I doing with my life here in Ohio? Mostly the same things I was doing in Maryland. God’s design for me as Jason’s helper (which for me looks like cooking, cleaning, and homeschooling) didn’t change when I moved. And though I’m not always conscious of the “sacredness” of the ordinary parts of life, being here helped me to love and cherish certain rituals, at least in the beginning when the rest of life was kind of crazy.
Do you have any experiences of finding unexpected comfort in the sacred ordinaries of life?