Routine

It used to be:

early ups, exercise, Bible time and coffee, off to tackle the day, back home to crash.

Now it is:

early ups, exercise, Bible time and coffee, off to tackle the day, back home to crash.

Uh... Kath... the used-to-be and the now-it-is look the same.   

Oh... you're right.  My routines haven't changed so much, have they.   

Cept I'm not in the same place or same surroundings with the same person, experiencing the same life together, around the same people and church and work places.  I'm in a not-same unsettling world in a same comfortable routine.  Which must mean, routines are a big deal to next-stepping. 

I've never thought of how a regular daily structure can hold up a widow.  Can shoulder the grief while she goes about her tasks.  Can keep her feet moving, her eye viewing, her hope hoping while she's stepping.  Every day stepping.  Just stepping.  Just routining.

Routine seems to know that life keeps coming.  So keep doing what you've been doing, Kath.  Feel its familiar, its comfort, its predictable.  Routine is part of you and planned for you and so...

Tomorrow, next week and next year it will be:

early ups, exercise, Bible time and coffee, off to tackle the day, back home to crash.