Creature of habit

I really am, mostly when it comes to my normal routine. This week, my routine was, well, none existent, for the most part. Monday was good. Tuesday I prepared for some friends to come for a few days. I was really looking forward to them coming. I hadn't seen them for about a year. They arrived Tuesday evening and left this morning. We had a wonderful time, but I really missed my routine.

Each morning when I wake, I make have breakfast, which 99% of the time is a bowl of Cheerios. If only my parents would have bought stock for me at the moment the first Cheerio passed my lips! I would never have to go to work! I wonder how many boxes I have consumed in my lifetime? Cheerios where even thrown at my wedding by friends who knew how much I love my little oat O's! Anyway, after breakfast I make a cup of tea and have my devotions. Then I get myself put together for the day and tackle the tasks at hand. To some, this simple basic routine, may not seem like much, but if I don't start my day this way, I feel very undone and out of sorts.

There were long hugs good bye this morning, kisses on cheeks, even teary eyes, but as we waved them done the road, there was a sigh heard, and I knew it was simply that routine would again ensue, and the comfort of normality would be felt again.

I am grateful for my little corner of the world. I am blessed. Yet, I think it is good to have pleasant disruptions to be reminded of the simple joys afforded us. I look forward to my spot on the couch with my favorite mug of tea, my well worn bible, and the voice of my Savior.