Routine

When it comes to my weekday mornings, I am definitely a routine person. I wasn’t always this way. Up until about three years ago I was a sleep-as-long-as-I-can-and-run-out-the-door-with-my-hair-on-fire person. No relaxing start to the day, no breakfast, I was lucky to grab a to-go cup of coffee on my way out the door. Needless to say, that quickly got old. (Or maybe I got old?) But anyway. Nowadays, my weekday morning routine actually begins the night before…and it will become quickly obvious that I a) live alone, and b) do not have children.

Allow me to elaborate.

Each night, Sunday through Thursday, I go through The Routine. I pack my lunch – usually with leftovers from dinner – and set my insulated lunch bag in the fridge so that I don’t forget it the next day. I set my coffee pot so it’s ready to brew (actually, this is something I do every night without fail. If I don’t have coffee ready to go first thing in the morning, I cry.) So once my coffeepot is ready to go and I’ve packed my lunch, I pack my gym bag and set it out by my purse, so I don’t forget that either. Then, I pick out my outfit and hang it on the closet door. Crazy, right? But this way, when my alarm goes off at oh-dark-thirty I get out of bed, turn on the coffee pot, brush my teeth, make my bed, shower, dress, and have my first cup of coffee while doing my devotional. (And yes, it’s in that order. Coffee trumps everything.) After that I will check on my blog post, skype with The Man, make breakfast, and grab my purse and gym bag and lunch bag and coffee cup and head out the door.

Every. Single. Morning.

Why am I boring you with my 87 year old cat lady routine? (If you happen to be an 87 year old cat lady reading my blog – I mean no offense. call me. We are probably soul mates.) Well – I’m telling you this because the other day, I forgot my watch, and it threw my entire universe off-kilter. I couldn’t believe how many times I stared at my unadorned wrist as if the time would magically appear on my skin. I literally felt naked. And then I felt stupid because I couldn’t believe how much time I wasted thinking about my watch.

First world problems, anyone?

But the point of this long winded story is this. As a Christian, I am so stuck in my routine that I wonder what I might be missing by never venturing out. I mean, it’s great that I started doing the shereadstruth devotional every day, and that I’m going to church every Sunday and that The Man and I have started watching sermons together and discussing them…but keeping up a routine just because it’s a routine isn’t doing me any good…is it? If I don’t venture out of my comfort zone…how can I truly live a life like Jesus?

I read my Bible…but I keep silent at work when a coworker questions God’s design.

I go to church…but the minute it’s over I escape into the sunshine to get on with my Sunday.

The Man and I watch sermons…but we’re quick to watch a movie on Netflix instead.

I feel like God is calling me to get out of my comfort zone. I feel that there is something brewing in my life that could be great for God. The question is…will I acknowledge it when it’s placed in front of me? Will I even recognize it? And if I do…will I accept it? How do I know when God is speaking to me?

The Bible tells us in James 1:5, “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.” And so I am asking for His infinite wisdom in my life, praying that He will lead me down the path He has planned for me…even if it means breaking out of my routine.

I may even leave my watch behind.

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4 thoughts on “Routine

  1. I like this post a lot. And that’s so funny, Will and I were praying together before bed last night and Will quoted that verse from James…. cause we need wisdom pretty badly right now! And I feel you- I have no idea where my life is headed from here and I’m ashamed to admit that I’m afraid of the changes that may happen. Pray for me and I’ll pray for you!

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