Rut? Or, Revival.
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Most of us have a routine. Bedtime routines and morning routines. If we have some OCD tendencies we REALLY stick with our routines. Maybe not as drastic as Jack Nicholson was in the movie, " As Good As It Gets" , but you get my drift. We often fall into patterns in our life. Eating at the same restaurant, more for convenience and routine, rather than delectable choices; driving the same route to our favorite destinations; sitting in the same row—same seat at church, etc. Habits. The list can go on and on. I bet now you are examining your morning patterns. You know what happens in a rut? Rot. We get so accustomed to doing the same things over and over—we rarely—if ever, think outside the box. There is no part of being in a rut that feels good. Ruts hold water when it rains. It becomes a slick-slimy mess on a rainy day; think old country red clay-dirt-road after a hard-three-day rain. If you lived on a dirt road in the country—your best neighbor was the