A new rhythm.

I am joining Lisa-Jo Baker and others for Five Minute Friday. Lisa-Jo provides us with a word prompt and we are to write for five minutes with "no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation."


Today's word: Rhythm

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I've spent the morning debating whether I'd join the many others in these five minutes of writing. A part of me needed a different rhythm to this day. I wasn't sure if I was up for the rhythm of pounding away on the keyboard. It's the first day of summer and a quiet rhythm is needed. I sense God is beckoning me to be still before Him.

Then it occurs to me how the rhythm of my days has changed. (I'm drawn again to these five minutes of writing.) There are no longer two young boys flying in and out of our house with friends in tow. I feared losing that rhythm. I miss the sounds of the older one. Today's his birthday which makes me miss him even more.

The younger one no longer has friends in tow, but enters our home with a beautiful girlfriend by his side. His sounds consist of the strumming of a classical guitar which blesses our days.

We are able to connect with our older son using this thing called Skype and witness how he moves to a different beat as a sailor and also a husband.

And this rhythm to my days that I never would have imagined are those times spent in prayer, those times spent worshiping a great God we previously did not know. My husband and I bow are heads together every evening in prayer and thanksgiving and I hope this is a rhythm that stays.

I have found I love the new rhythm found outside of our home. With our days no longer needing to be spent following our kids around, we follow God's lead in embracing new friendships. Some maybe not so new but the beat of the friendship is new. It beats with love and no longer fear. It beats with laughter and tears when spending time with lifelong friends who love you no matter what your rhythm is. There is the quieter beat of sitting on the patio with a new friend and then the beats of hearts souring as families of friends are formed.

Maybe I've gotten this whole rhythm word wrong. All I know is when Jesus found His way in to my heart, every beat of my day changed. My heart dances to this rhythm.

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