Just Us

I snuck away today to the YMCA and took a few steps on the treadmill.  Plugging my headphones into my ears, I could quickly tune out my surroundings.  For me, putting one foot in front of the other in an effort to get my heart pumping while listening to my current favorite tunes, has a way of bringing clarity to my thoughts.  Seems strange to be short of breath and finally be able to think clearly, but that's just how I work. I've been reflecting more on creating rhythms in my life that reflect the life I really want to live.  I am currently reading Rebekah Lyons' book, Rhythms of Renewal and have been really challenged to take inventory of my life and how I am spending this one life I've been given.  It's been really good.  BUT,  through this I have been wrestling with this idea of my "why and how."  What is the purpose of reflecting on how my time is best spent and how can I make that happen today and tomorrow and the next? The biggest strug...

The fire flickers calling me to sit, be still Coffee cool from being set aside While I attend to the morning bustle. One lukewarm sip brings perspective My own heart’s condition. Another year has floated by. Joys, sorrows, celebrations and failures. Piled once again on top of one another Creating a mound of memories  Hard to separate  So my human self lumps it all into one. 2019. Looking back to look forward What to change And which parts shall remain the same. I swish my coffee just to watch it swirl But what if His call Isn’t just for change,  But a plea to just be still Still enough to listen  Still enough to hear Still enough not to waste yet another year.