as your waves and surging
But each day the Lord pours
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life.
Rhythm is different than routine. Routines can be broken, neglected or demanding. Rhythm ebbs and flows in increments and seasons. Being off beat frustrates, but rhythm holds you close, it just happens.
I lose interest in clapping to a song, because I can’t keep count. Yet I get caught up in a rhythm and sway along. Then I lose the rhythm by explaining and defending it.
Day flows into day, month after month adding to the years. The rhythm is always there, but I find it hard to keep up with. This happens because I treat it like a routine that I think I can manage.
Caught off guard, I remember that a rhythm rocks and wakes and gets my attention like waves splashing and crashing into me. Let the rhythm wash over me. I want to be in the midst of it to revel in its crashing, splashing waves.
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