A Normal Routine
The other night, we were crawling into bed and the Queen said something about getting back into a normal routine. I have been thinking about that for days now. What is a normal routine?
We have one off in college, who keeps her own schedule and time, pretty well I might add. We have one in high school who has chosen to do an early morning seminary. He gets up every morning at the crack of dawn or maybe it is before and gets ready for the day. We have another who has become part of Jazz Band. He gets up in the middle of the crack, sometimes on his own and sometimes with a little coaxing. And finally we have one who is doing the same thing he has been doing for the past 6 years.
The Queen, she has taken an early morning shift. We have been doing pretty good with it. She joins some of us for breakfast. She gets up between the pre-crack and myself. Everyone seems to eat breakfast at a different time and a different pace. I shuttle them around or shuffle them out the door and then I head off to work. Is this normal?
I remember the days, not long ago that we all sat around the table at breakfast, ate together, and read scriptures.
The end of the day does not seem much different. Mondays are OK, Tuesdays I am out serving in the temple, Wednesdays, the Queen is serving and the boys have scouts, (all at different times), Thursdays, we are trying catch up on what has happened over the past three days, and Fridays, we are so beat that we just don't have the energy to do much. I guess this is normal. It wears one out.
Last night while serving in the temple I was speaking with a former stake president. He has just recently been released and talked about how he is going through the battle of depression of sorts. He has been serving in bishoprics, as bishop, in the stake presidency, or as stake president for almost 20 years. Suddenly he is feeling a little let down. His phone does not ring, he says Sunday suddenly feels like the longest day of the week, and he doesn't feel connected anymore. He asked me if I that was normal. He couldn't remember a time when it was normal. The past 20 years has become normal.
I have been thinking about that as well. I have decided that maybe we aren't supposed to be normal. Doesn't the Lord say we are a peculiar people? As long as we continue to be peculiar in the sight of the Lord, any routine that we can make sense of is normal in my book.
Focus on what is important.
We have one off in college, who keeps her own schedule and time, pretty well I might add. We have one in high school who has chosen to do an early morning seminary. He gets up every morning at the crack of dawn or maybe it is before and gets ready for the day. We have another who has become part of Jazz Band. He gets up in the middle of the crack, sometimes on his own and sometimes with a little coaxing. And finally we have one who is doing the same thing he has been doing for the past 6 years.
The Queen, she has taken an early morning shift. We have been doing pretty good with it. She joins some of us for breakfast. She gets up between the pre-crack and myself. Everyone seems to eat breakfast at a different time and a different pace. I shuttle them around or shuffle them out the door and then I head off to work. Is this normal?
I remember the days, not long ago that we all sat around the table at breakfast, ate together, and read scriptures.
The end of the day does not seem much different. Mondays are OK, Tuesdays I am out serving in the temple, Wednesdays, the Queen is serving and the boys have scouts, (all at different times), Thursdays, we are trying catch up on what has happened over the past three days, and Fridays, we are so beat that we just don't have the energy to do much. I guess this is normal. It wears one out.
Last night while serving in the temple I was speaking with a former stake president. He has just recently been released and talked about how he is going through the battle of depression of sorts. He has been serving in bishoprics, as bishop, in the stake presidency, or as stake president for almost 20 years. Suddenly he is feeling a little let down. His phone does not ring, he says Sunday suddenly feels like the longest day of the week, and he doesn't feel connected anymore. He asked me if I that was normal. He couldn't remember a time when it was normal. The past 20 years has become normal.
I have been thinking about that as well. I have decided that maybe we aren't supposed to be normal. Doesn't the Lord say we are a peculiar people? As long as we continue to be peculiar in the sight of the Lord, any routine that we can make sense of is normal in my book.
Focus on what is important.
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