When it comes to the nitty-gritty . . . God has commanded us to refrain from grumbling about the dailiness of life.
Instead we are meant to accept it gratefully, as a reality that humbles us even as it give us cause for praise.
– Kathleen Norris, The Quotidian Mysteries
It’s Friday (again) and my house needs cleaning (again) and I don’t want to do it (again).
The rhythms of daily, weekly, over and over tasks can be soothing, but they can also feel mundane.
But if Jesus is my heartbeat and praise is my breath, the rhythms of my work and play are my worship. To see him in the vibrations of my Friday, my everyday, is to bring him pleasure.
When I depend on him for meaning, everything I do matters.
. . . because of why I do it and what it is transforming me into and who I am thinking about as I do it.
- In dusting the family photos
- In sweeping away our tracked-in dirt
- In wiping the surfaces we wash clean in each morning
In these I find flow.
I can worship in rhythm.
I can worship with rhythm.
Instead of reviling the rhythms, I want to revel in them.
Oh, Jesus, be my rhythm.
So it’s Friday (again!) and I get to clean my house (again!) and I want to do it in, with, and for my Rhythm (again!).
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Taking 5 minutes to write about rhythm.
What routines in your week do you do with drudgery? What helps you find grace in them instead?
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