Our mornings are not the color-coded, serene routines you might see online. They involve some shouting up the stairs, occasional missing shoes, and a coffee I usually reheat twice before I finish it. What they are, most days, is functional — and functional was always the actual goal.
I hold onto the promise that His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:23) quite literally some days — not as decoration, but as a reset button for a morning that started chaotically. Whatever went wrong yesterday, or even ten minutes ago, does not have to define how the rest of today goes. That mercy, more than any routine, is what actually keeps our mornings sane.