I watch mesmerized as wave after wave roll up and down the shoreline. I sit and gaze at this simple dance for hours. What is its secret? The wave’s ability to calm and leave one spellbound. Is it the simplicity of its rhythm?
As we pull up to our rented beach house, I am grateful for the couple of days we will spend here. Life at the beach has its own rhythm, distinct from our rhythm at home. It is slow. It is simple.
We build sandcastles and swim.
We read books and swim.
We munch on snacks and swim.
We bike our way around town and swim.
We dance with the waves and swim.
There is comfort in the simplicity, and comfort in the rhythm. These are the places to gain strength, before or after life’s disruptions. As I read of Noah this morning, I thought if anyone experienced a life disruption, he was one of them. One hundred and fifty days on a boat, a flood that wiped out everyone and everything he knew. And at the end of this incredible story, God’s words of comfort, were words of rhythm.
“I will never again destroy all living things. As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night.” Genesis 8:21, 22(NLT)
Rhythms and patterns. Planting and Harvest.
Comfort and a promise.
God’s love rolling in with the rhythm of the waves.
I saw God today in rhythms.
What rhythms are you thankful for?