I’ve been longing for a familiar routine to the day, for peace, for rhythm. So I asked some friends who are older and wiser what to do. They told me something I already knew but that God needed to tell me again.
I have a habit of making Him do that.
It reminds me of a story I read in My Life with the Saints. The words “Take nothing with you for your journey” follow this guy around. At first he thinks it’s just coincidence but he literally finds them everywhere,in places he never expected. Finally he prays. “Seven is supposed to be a lucky number, so if you show this to me for the seventh time, I will give away all my possessions.” I’m sure, wise friends, you know what happens next.
Sometimes God has to beat us with his directions. (And I complain when I have to repeat directions to my toddler. Sheesh!) A few weeks ago I read this post and this post. Husband and I even worked on a daily schedule that included the Liturgy of the Hours but it lasted all of two days before I decided the house needed to be clean before I could keep to this new schedule (a post on how YOU overcome perfectionism to come).
As I opened each email I too found the same words again and again. It shouldn’t have been a surprise- pray the Hours and plan your mealtimes. After all shouldn’t our domestic monasteries follow a similar schedule to the non-domestic variety? Just check out the sense in another post from Jennifer Fulwiler.
So dear friends, how does the rhythm of your home go? What are/were the young children doing while you prayed? How do you plan your meals? And speaking of meals, coming to a blog near you- “Help Me Learn to Like Vegetables.”
Impart your wisdom.