New Hope in the Morning

Lamentations 3.22-25 NRSV

“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.”

 

This may be the most boring post ever. Sorry.

I believe in the importance of rhythm and discipline in our journey toward God. Without rhythms and disciplines—habits, you might call them—it is easy for us to get off track. Over the last several weeks, I have worked to develop some specific habits to guide me on my journey with God. Most of these habits are centered around the morning hours. If you’re day starts well, then you’ll be more likely to take advantage of all the day has to offer. And if you’re like me, it can be so easy to get off track in the morning and subsequently derail you’re entire day. Lay in bed a little too long, watch a little too much TV, get carried away in your Facebook or Twitter feeds. It can happen to all of us. It happens to me way too much. So here’s my boring morning routine, that I’ve grown to love. I’m still working on it. It’s still not where I want it to be. But I love it.

It’s mundane. This post is mundane. But I’m coming to learn that God is in the mundane. I need to learn to seek God in the mundane.

It’s a peaceful morning. I move slow. I open myself up to God. I pay attention.

The Mundane Details:

Wake up between 5 & 545a. Shower. Same thing (minus earlier hours) that I’ve always done.

Go downstairs. Turn on our little stove light. Turn on espresso machine. Get out skillet, knife, cutting board, plate, fork, eggs, cheese, peppers, onions, garlic, spinach, olive oil. Lay them on the counter. Pull out the grinder & espresso beans. Grind, dose and pour a shot of espresso. Clean up.

Turn on the stove. Slice up peppers & onions. Cook them with the garlic. Wash the knife & cutting board. Start to pack my lunch. I’ll work on my lunch while cooking and eating breakfast. I never sit down. I sit down all day. I stand in the mornings.

Wash spinach. Add it to the skillet. Put the bag of spinach and veggies away.

Crack eggs in the skillet. Add salt and pepper. Mix it up. Add some cheese. Finish cooking, making lunch. Wash stuff as I finish using them.

Eat breakfast. Take my vitamins & supplements: Fish oil because an informed friend told me I ought to. A small multi-vitamin. Vitamin D (4000 IU) because I had severely low Vit D levels that was making me crazy tired. Doctor ordered.

While eating, make a smoothie for my wife and I to split. Banana, oats, apple juice, vanilla soy milk, strawberries/peaches & blueberries. Using a Magic Bullet. Finish dishes, clean kitchen, pack bags & lunch.

Finish getting ready. Kiss my wife. Out the door, at the office between 7 & 730.

At the office, I get out my bible, my journal, a pen and my Common Worship Prayer Book app on my phone, and go through morning prayer. Taking time for silence, reflection, and writing as I need to.

I’ve gotten good at breakfast, but not so good at praying.

But where is God in this, in the mundane?

That’s what I’ve been thinking about. I started some of these habits primarily for health reasons. I was feeling like crap physically—which can wear one done emotionally—so I needed to eat better in the morning.

Lamentations has been part of morning prayer recently. And it offers a simple but profound truth. God’s mercies are new every morning. You may not be living the exciting glamourous life you had dreamed of. You might have to punch the clock like you did yesterday and for 500 days before that. But God’s mercies are new. Every day.

When I turn on the espresso machine, I am reminded of God’s rich blessing. When I cook my eggs, I am reminded that God provides. As I clean up, I remember that God made something beautiful out of chaos.

            Everyday, God is faithful.

Every morning, God has new blessings, new grace, new mercies. God is my portion. God is enough. So I hope. As I drink coffee, as I cut peppers, as I wash dishes, I hope. I hope, because even in the mundane and boring, the small things, God is present.

May we learn to seek God in the mundane.

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