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The bed isn’t made. The clean laundry has been sitting in the basket for three days. There’s still that one pan on the stove, waiting to be washed. It’s the tail end of a full day, a full week, a full month. What I began writing a week ago is an open tab and an unfinished sentence.

Jesus says, Walk with me here. Walk with me while you make the bed. While you fold the laundry and while you wrangle the kids. While you’re in the car and at your job. This is the path of righteousness.

The path of righteousness sounds like it should be a walk through a meadow on the mountain heights. Your path may go there, but you can be sure that no one ever got to the mountaintop without climbing the mountain.

The Christian life is not one of instant downloads. It’s the day in and day out that sanctifies us. It’s our steady, stubborn desire to see our lives transformed until His life and power pervade each part. The easy parts, the hard parts, even the mundane parts.

Psalm 16:11 says, “You make known to me the path of life.” Maybe it’s as simple as showing us how to navigate the life we already have with Him.

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.   Matthew 11:28-30

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(There’s more. After I finished writing this and clearing up for the night, I went up to my room and found Jesus had been there. He made the bed and folded the laundry. He arranged the shoes in my closet. He left love notes on the bathroom sink. There is so much grace, so much more than we can ever really grasp.)