Yesterday was a pretty routine day. There was nothing pressing on the schedule, but plenty to keep us occupied: school work, chores, play, rest, an errand, and the library. When I was putting Brian to bed he said, "Today went by quick!" I agreed.
Nothing stands out about the day in its normalcy and routine. Thinking about it now, I'm interrupted by the grace of the routines and rhythms that keep live balanced and predictable. After holidays or other less fun disruptions, I love returning to the familiar patterns of day to day life that are comfortable for our family.
Sometimes the routine and predictable are the last thing we want. Other times, it's just what our soul desires, and we're interrupted by grace right there in the blessed mundane.