Almost a third of the year has slipped away already, and the earlier sunsets prompt us to make use of the day while it lasts. The cooler days pull many of us towards the rhythms of home.

I’m often at home during the week so my days are usually punctuated by a load of laundry, hung out in the morning, and folded and put away by dinner time; a quick, warm, lunch with whoever is home, or at my desk; maybe a walk around the block in the evening; and dinner with the family all together; and an hour of reading or playing a game before bed.

A day spent at home like this can be as soothing as a spiritual retreat. But then, some days at home are worse than awful. Can I find God in these ones too?

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