A Spelling Lesson

We have a tidy evening routine. My husband and I prepare dinner, the kids help us set the table with our good dishes and silverware {why save them for special occasions, it occurred to me one day, when every day with my family is special?}, we eat, sometimes I serve dessert, my husband and I enjoy coffee or tea, we catch up on our day for a bit, and then I shuffle everyone off to the upstairs. When I’m finally alone, I turn on classical music and clean. I follow the same cleaning pattern every day. It doesn’t take long, but the result is a tidy, cozy, sweet-smelling house and a sense of accomplishment. We haven’t always had this routine; in fact, it’s a fairly recent development, hard won after almost a decade of constant change.

I thought yesterday as I cleared the dinner dishes about how a routine can quickly turn into a rut if I’m not intentional about remembering the difference between the two. Not that many letters separate a routine from a rut — four, in fact {but who’s counting?} — but when my routines become habitual rather than purposeful, they can quickly turn into ruts.

Routines suggest care and concern. Ruts suggest aimlessness and apathy. Routines are mindful; ruts are mindless. A routine is a train solidly on the track. A rut is a car stuck in the mud.

A rut is a burden; a routine is a gift.

She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. — Proverbs 31:17

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