My life of late has fallen into a routine.
I get up, take a shower, eat a small breakfast, go to work, eat a small lunch, possibly try to connect to the internet while eating, work some more, go home, make supper, eat, do something with my husband, get ready for bed, do bible study/pray, and then I conclude my day by sitting in bed reading a novel, until my husband comes to bed and shuts the light off.
There are small variants in my schedule, for example: we might have a meeting at church, as soon as I get done work, we might have to babysit my teenage siblings or like last night, we may go over to a friend’s house. Then, of course, there are the weekends, which are a mash-up of church, football, and reading, with friends and family mixed in.
On the whole, however, my path has been quite predictable.
I’ve found myself plodding along, not discontent, but wondering…
And asking God more and more often, “What, why, when, where, how?”