It's so easy to fall into habits. We wake up every morning and numbly stumble through our routine existence: I get up, blindly stumble into the bathroom where I somehow manage to adjust my eyes to light and get dressed. I go to the barn and fumble through the routine of milking the goats, filling feeders and getting goats in and out of the milking stands. Then I go up to the house and rush like a mad woman to strain the milk, fill the dishwasher, get a lunch packed, get dressed and dash out the door to get to work.
I come home and stumble through some more routines until it's bedtime, get up and do it all again.
Somewhere in the middle of it all I realize that I don't have a very good attitude. Gee, wonder why.
I will have a conversation with someone and they'll say something I don't agree with, or that seems nasty or something and find myself picking them apart in my mind hours later.
I cannot worship God and fault-find at the same time, it's just not possible.
I cannot blindly stumble through routine patterns day in and day out and live my life on purpose to worship God.
Now, that doesn't mean that all the routine things don't have to be performed. But I don't have to check my brain and heart at the door while performing. I worship God through the routines He has put and worked into my life. I could even make time for some routines that more directly involve Him
God has put me here to worship, honor and bring glory to Him in all that I do and say and THINK.
If I spent more time pondering that and less time picking apart things other people say, my routines could become infinitely more precious and worthwhile. They could become crowns that one day I will cast at the feet of Jesus!
