Recently, during my prayer time, I found myself remembering the three weeks I spent with my grandparents many years ago. I was sick with mono. It was winter in New England and my doctor hoped that I would heal in the warm Florida sun.
I remember being amused to discover that my grandparents had a set routine every day. They ate at the same time. They took walks at the same time. They even napped at the same time.
I was only 21 years old and I remember thinking it would be boring to live like that. But within a few days, without even realizing it, I found myself happily following their routine, with only a few changes to fit my own needs.
And in that routine, in the stability and peace of my grandparents' loving home, I found comfort and warmth and healing. And a new sense of what it means to be home.
Today I am reminded of the lesson of those days. As I try to regain my equilibrium, I find comfort and balance in my ordinary routine.
As I held onto God during the crisis of my husband's illness, I now hold onto God in the everyday moments of my life.
I do not need to go in search of peace or healing. God is present in my here and now. God is present in my ordinary everyday life.
And in God, I find my home.