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Is having routine spiritually healthy?
Lately I have rejoiced in the return to routine in my life. After months of much of my time not being my own, I now have days to write more.
Each morning is blessed with time with God – in His Word and listing in His presence.
I have time for that second cup of coffee and have even started once again some exercise by walking each morning.
There is a certain comfort to having known patterns in life, isn’t there?
I fly on automatic pilot in my morning shower, brushing teeth, and drying hair. I know without thinking which cereal to grab with my handful of blueberries on top. My to-do list is doable with some wiggle room to grab unexpected spontaneity.
I am snug in my comfort zone.
So I ponder routine.
1. Is routine good? It does reinforce good habits.
2. Is routine not so good? It also preserves bad habits.
3. Is routine something I should really desire? It brings comfort after times of trial and provides a time and place of rest.
4. Is routine where God wants me to live? I think this is the real question He is inviting me to consider.
Perhaps the best place to be is on the edge.
Reminded me of the memoir Calvin Miller wrote Life Is Mostly Edges. He writes:
“I do remember enough to know I like the middle of my stamp more than the edges. This is not unusual. We all like the middle. The middle is safe. You can’t fall off the middle. Only the edges are dangerous. The great lessons, the deep tragedies, the storms of unbearable heart-quakes always happen along the edges. We don’t cry much in the middle but then we don’t laugh much there either – at least not with any belly-deep laughter…Brinkmanship is the name of the game.”
One of favorite quotes:
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
You must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
You will be taught how to fly
Routine does provide a place of refuge to rest and recover, but I think I will cherish it less and hold it more lightly. I hide in routine – a dark place where not much growth occurs. I bury myself in the safety of my comfort zone instead of running in faith to the Comforter.
Life happens on the brightly lit edges and perhaps that is the healthiest place to live.
What do you think?