Category: unfailing love

Rhythm: Movement or Variation Marked by Regular Recurrence

I hear the tumult of the raging seas
    as your waves and surging
tides sweep over me.
But each day the Lord pours
his unfailing love upon me,
    and through each night I sing his songs,
    praying to God who gives me life.
(Psalm 42:7-8 NLT)




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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Ordinary: The Regular Course of Things


Teach us to make the most of our time,
so that we may grow in wisdom.

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, so we may sing for joy
to the end of our lives.
(Psalm 90:12 & 14 NLT)



In the regular course of things, school ended for the year. And now it’s time for summer camp (aka “Ant Kamp”) with Aunt Kel. Spending the month of June with my two nieces and two nephews, who range from ages eleven to six, will be the joy of this summer.

We started the week out celebrating my birthday. The day started with donuts, then brownies for lunch, and ending with a frozen cake made by my sister. It was a sweet day!




Each day has been packed with fun. I wake up with the sun to squeeze in a few minutes of solitude with my journal. Then the troops arrive before breakfast, and so we begin the day together with a meal. After that we gather in the quiet corner for a little prayer time, followed by each child choosing a “place” to go to for their own time of solitude. It could be the porch swing, the hammock, the living room, the gazebo, the quiet corner or the art room.

They have surprised me, in that, they are willing to stay by themselves reading, drawing, creating art or music for close to an half hour. The girls often want me to join them. So I divide my “quiet” time between them. After solitude, we just let things happen. Play a game. Go to the pool. Eat lunch. Rest. Watch Scooby Doo. What more can a kid ask for?!

Are we learning some great spiritual lesson? Maybe? As I think about it, my youngest niece presented us with a great truth today.

When I asked what her favorite part of “Ant Kamp” was so far, she said:

 
Being with you!



And that’s the truth: God’s favorite part is being with us.

Photos from the last three days of “Ant Kamp”



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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Wide: Having Great Extent; Vast

wide-eyed wonder. wide open spaces. a wide berth. deep and wide. there’s a fountain flowing. deep and wide. how wide. how long. how deep. how strong is the love of God.

wide-eyed and bushy tailed. open wide the eyes of my heart to see the wonders of Thy law.

in the whole wide world there is none other who widely accepts and lavishes love on everyone.

where in the wide world can I find a love that lasts for as wide as the east is from the west? so far removed from memory is my sin in His wide open eyes that see all.

open wide to Me and I will give you LIFE!

 
Your unfailing love, O Lord, is as vast as the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches beyond the clouds.
Psalm 36:5 NLT




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