I am one who loves routine. Not having my normal day-to-day/weekly routine was one thing I was seriously going to miss on this trip. In the last week though, a new routine has been shaped. This routine consists of gentle mornings making breakfast while sipping on some “tasty” Nescafé instant coffee, watching chickens through the window sill. From there, it’s off to our ministry carepoint. It’s comforting. I think it’s funny the way the Lord will give me little reminders or signs to show me He hears me and my heart, aside from routine.
From songs close to my heart playing or seeing something in nature He knows I’d love—the Father’s love is evident to me. Some would say it’s just coincidence, but it always makes me smile when I experience those small yet meaningful moments. He knows just what we need, when we need it. He hears the cry of our heart.
I’ve been trying to be really intentional with the Lord. Already, I’ve seen that intentionality come to fruition. The Holy Spirit is close. Even in the routine, the Holy Spirit can still show up, and he has been. It’s as if there’s a seat at the table for breakfast, and He’s joining in on the conversations. It’s not always heavy, but it’s in the atmosphere. The room is full of joy and communion. It’s a lovely thing to be apart of.
I started reading Rising Strong by Brené Brown today, and she said something that perfectly resonates with how I am feeling. “As it turns out, our expressions of spirituality are as diverse as we are. When our intentions and actions are guided by spirituality—our belief in our interconnectedness and love—our everyday experiences can be spiritual practices.”
