This morning, I remembered to shake the pumpkin spice creamer. All the good stuff settles at the bottom, and a good shake swirls it up. I stood there in the kitchen and remembered the joy of ordinary moments of meaning and joy. I thought about how life shakes us up; it’s not a bad thing. When I feel shaken, it might just be the way God is stirring up something good that’s settled to the bottom of my heart.