The sofa forts are in constant rotation - up and down and up again. Nap time is from 1 to 3 followed by a walk. Some days we paint and some days we just read but outside of simple variation the days look and act very much the same.
Sometimes my progress feels slow. The push to see more correctly, act more responsibly, mature more quickly. The constancy of each day is comforting in these times. Tomorrow will bring the same challenges...each one familiar but still a fresh chance to try again from a different angle.
So I remind myself that there is aways movement beneath the surface. The complex buried in the simplicity of routine.
I, like many others, tend to romanticize dramatic changes: the new job, the move across the globe, marriage, childbirth. Those result in complete personal upheavals, clear and concise before and after pictures. Or so I seem to think.
This season, though, has shown me depth of value in slow, steady growth. A softer response to the same whining request. A greater commitment to the work I've been given. Less weariness when, at the end of the day I walk over to take down the fort and put the cushions back on the sofa. The cushions that will find their way back up in the morning.
Every day that I see a little more love, patience, kindness, faith, obedience, respect, dedication, industriousness...those days are victories.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!! I can totally relate and your words are full of wisdom. I particularly love this phrase, "The complex [is] buried in the simplicity of routine."
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