I am a big fan of rhythms. Schedules not so much. And to be honest, we are not only off schedule, but we seem to be out of rhythm as well. We added another baby, Brett lost his job, Brett found a new job, that job was horrible so he found yet another one, we are still in the tiny house awaiting the renovations on the big house, homeschooling, and some other crazy craziness and well...out of ideal rhythm.
But there are days when I look up, and that non-ideal rhythm is just fine. Then I smile and try to find the sweet joy that this day has to offer. To stop comparing my non-ideal to my mental perfect ideal is perhaps one of the greatest struggles I contend with. This rhythm, this crazy is just fine, a season to enjoy. A time to breathe and embrace the gifts that today offers while still hoping for a wonderful tomorrow. A balance to not compare.
This is what I see when I look up. The Professor in his rhythm. Reading can only be done on momma's bed. Only. No exceptions. Ever.
And even if this is the only rhythm we have right now, I'll take it. What a beautiful piece of our life.
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Psalm 90:14
And is anyone else singing Johnny Cash's Get Rhythm? No, just me, huh? Get rhythm, when you get the blues. Ya, get rhythm when you get the blues......