Rhythm.
The first thing that comes to mind about this word is that I cannot spell it. Ever. I always have to look it up. In fact, when I went to start this I had to refer back to Lisa-Jo's post to make sure I was spelling it right.
Yet, this hard to spell word seems to be a constant in my life.
I am always moved by the rhythm of things.
I'm comforted by the even back and forth of the rocking chair.
I'm soothed by the steady tapping of my foot.
The breathing of a sleeping baby is the sweetest rhythm of all.
The sound of waves beating against the shore.
The continual beating of a heart, the pounding rain on a rooftop.
I find God in the rhythm, a reminder that He is constant, like a rhythm.
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