But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Matthew 6:33
Right now it’s not something I’ve got. Life has been so busy there doesn’t seem to be a rhythm. It’s kind of catch as catch can. People, daughters coming and going. Not staying. Slipping in and slipping out.
Amelia out of the rhythm of the usual as she finishes up her 18 years here in this home. Her many years with all the same kids in this town. Her school. Her life. There has been so much doing. There have been plays and awards and decisions about college. And finishing up and final interviews and proms and pre-proms and after-proms and next is graduation.
And I don’t know it’s all so out of rhythm. And that in itself is a sign of a new rhythm. One I can’t stop. One I have to welcome. Because I need rhythm. I’m not good with random. And so I’ll try to go with the flow; the ebb and sway. It’s a rhythm of its own I suppose. Can the lack of rhythm, the newness be a rhythm all its own?
Chris and I, we face a new rhythm. Amelia faces her new rhythm. We’ll all be okay. We’ll find our way. And it will be good.
But I’ can’t help it…I’ll miss what I once had. Miss that what I once looked so forward to is now over. I’ll grieve. I have to grieve. And then I’ll find my way. My footing. My rhythm. I just have to be sure its His rhythm. That’s the rhythm that’s right, that’s true and stable no matter the changes, they instability, the unknown.
There is one thing I know. He remains and He’s got rhythm. The rhythm of the entire universe is in His hands. It’s going to be okay.
How's your rhythm?