Light Shed on Simple Routine

I watch as white, frothy bubbles build up in my pan. Ingredients reacting violently to the consistent heat that forever changes them. A quick stir with my wooden spoon and the froth quiets itself into a beautiful swirling pattern.

I'm mesmerized by the dance playing before my eyes, the beauty in the mundane moments of life.

Cool wind blows outside. Quiet music plays in my ears. Baby sleeps. Raindrops splatter on window panes.

Something catches my eye. A fluttering leaf reflecting beautiful light, swirling gently to the ground.



Harvest has come, filling my plate with God-breathed order.

Belly laughs break the silence.



Blond heads streak past me. Muddy footprints pounded into the floor.



Another flash of brilliant light.

Door slams. Baby wakes. A new word spoken from this quiet child. In this safe place her muscles can stretch and strengthen.

My soul overflows with the bounty of this harvest. My table has been set in preparation.



Won't you join me?