Picking up a script, dropping off a violin, meeting with a tradesperson to fix a stove, restocking a fridge, ordering a new book for piano lessons, sorting laundry, checking the mailbox, putting petrol in the tank, posting cards and buying bread and milk.
These are all examples of necessities that filled some of my ordinary day this week.
If I didn’t do these tasks, they wouldn’t be done. Someone has to do them, however small and insignificant they might seem. The work I do is often extremely visible when it is not done, and it may seem as though it is not noticed when it is.
When my days are filled with the mundane, I try to lift my eyes to see the eternal significance that each task holds. To see Christ accepting my fragmented to do list as an offering of worship.
I want my family to see me being faithful in these small things, to feel that there is someone who cares about the way that the domestic wheel turns, to see that a good smooth routine results when I faithfully attend to the small things.