“The Bible is full of evidence that God’s attention is indeed fixed on the little things. But this is not because God is a great cosmic cop, eager to catch us in minor transgressions, but simply because God loves us–loves us so much that the divine presence is revealed even in the meaningless workings of daily life. It is in the ordinary, the here-and-now, that God asks us to recognize that the creation is indeed refreshed like dew-laden grass that is “renewed in the morning” or to put it in more personal and also theological terms, “our inner nature is being renewed everyday”. Seen in this light, what strikes many modern readers as the ludicrous details in Leviticus involving God in the minutiae of daily life might be revisioned as the very love of God.” -Kathleen Norris, from The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy, and Women’s Work
There is a thin line between routine and monotony.
Am I making it easy to stay between the lines or am I operating on autopilot? It is hard to know the difference. I try to pay attention, but sometimes I daydream myself far away from the piles of unfolded laundry.
Of course, nothing makes me crave monotony like having my routine thrown off. Thursday was not a good morning around here. Among other things, I dropped a pan of food in the kitchen, which shattered. Glass and refried beans were everywhere. I longed for the sameness of all those other days when I packed my lunch without causing a disaster, when I walked out the door without really thinking.
Later in the day, when I finally had my feet under me, G.K. Chesterton came to mind:
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” -G.K. Chesterton
Do it again. It can mean pushing through the monotony or it can mean getting yourself out the door after sweeping up the mess you made. This week, what is saving my life is the chance to start over. Those mercies, they are new every morning. What is saving your life this week?
In completely other news, Rachel Held Evans posted a piece I wrote about my high school librarian at her site last week, which I keep forgetting to mention here. Her whole Women of Valor series is great, and you should read it.