What the mind calls “boring” is often where the sacred hides.
Repetition. Routine. Mornings. Evenings. The same domestic rituals, again and again. Making food. Clearing up. Doing the laundry. Walking the same streets. Paying bills.
This is not a downgrade from spirituality. It is the manifestation of it.
The transcendent does not live somewhere else. It shines right here, through the ordinary, through the immanent, through the endless cycles and repetitions of each ordinary day.
Feeding the cat. Doing the shopping. Putting the kids to bed.
God does not need “special” moments. Grace shines just as clearly in these repetitions.
Be present to them before you die.
- Jeff Foster












