Are you familiar with the phrase, the liturgy of the ordinary?
How much do we pay attention to the daily practices that absorb our time and skew our perspective simply through their mundane repetition?
As I picked up my groceries the other day, I had a startling reminder that we can experience more joy and connectedness in our daily hustle, sowing seeds a little along the way, rather than resigning ourselves to the drudgery of repetitive chores or errands.
I pulled up into slot #7 & called the pick-up number to notify them of my arrival. Someone answered and yelled into the phone, “WALMART GROCERY PICKUP!” I was so startled I almost dropped the phone, noticing that I already had ringing in my ear from the loud screech.
Almost immediately, the voice on the other end of the line began to apologize, laughing nervously. I asked, “Is this Tanya?“ It was my turn to surprise her because I recognized her voice. “Uh, yeah” she replied somewhat sheepishly. I told her my name and she began laughing, saying “Oh, it’s you! I’m SO sorry! I’ll be right out!”
Typically I don’t call the number. I usually activate the app as I’m leaving my house to warn them of my impending arrival. In fact, I had never talked to Tanya on the phone before.
How did I know it was her?
Instinctively, I knew it was her because the two of us have been part of each other’s Liturgy of the Ordinary.
As part of her job, she rolls out my grocery order, informs me of substitutions, and cheerfully loads my groceries in the back of my well-lived-in cargo area. As part of my Momjob, I’m frequently in the waiting zone, rolling down my window and squiggling my autograph on her order phone.
Tanya and I have chatted over the course of the last few months as our mundane duties have bumped us together more often than I’d like to admit. (A household of teenaged appetites is my excuse for such frequent visits, not poor menu planning…surely not!)
We have become familiar with one another, often sharing a knowing smile of “here we go again!” as we move through our well-choreographed grocery dance.
What began as an ordinary Monday grocery pick-up this week turned into laughter and connection, giving us both a boost of positive energy to resume our rote routines. She hugged me spontaneously and said something along the lines of “Thanks for always being so great! You’re awesome!”
The mundane task of putting all the food away and preparing the next meal still loomed, but my perspective shift was noticeably clearer.
By the way, if you don’t know about grocery store pick-ups, do it! I wish it had been available when my kiddos were younger and in carseats… a game-changer, for sure!
Now, go discover the Sparkle in your Ordinary day, my friend!