Rhythm

The alarm drags me from a deep sleep, violently shaking my completely vulnerable spirit from it's peaceful rest. As the realization of morning dawns on me, so does the overwhelming desire to throw my alarm out of the window and return to my slumbers. "Oh no it cannot be time to get up already!" I drag myself out of bed and shamble, zombie-like, down the stairs and into the kitchen to begin my morning rhythm.

There's something so comforting and constraining about rhythm.

I think it's fairly self-evident that people were created for rhythms. Rhythms in food, in sleep, even in our very breath. Inhale, exhale. Nature emanates this wild regularity - sunrise/sunset, changing seasons, the waxing and waning of the moon. These rhythms help maintain balance, keeping everything in it's proper alignment. Without this regularity, things would begin to fall apart, to crumble.

I'm in the process of establishing and re-establishing some necessary rhythms. Same time, every day, even on Saturday. I want these things to become like clockwork, things so basic and integrated forgetting them would be like forgetting to put on clothes.

One of the precious things that has become a part of my weekly rhythm over the last several years is Water's Edge. First it was Thursdays, every Thursday. Now it's Tuesdays. Every Tuesday night I walk into this gathering of college kids and leave refreshed and refocused. It's a beautiful time of fellowship and teaching, and missing a week throws my whole week a little off-kilter. These are nights for breathing in, for inhaling life and truth. I'm so grateful for this community.

On another note, my wedding dress shipped today. I'll now be stalking it using UPS package tracking as it makes its way here later this week =)