So, it’s Friday again, and I haven’t written much this week. A week of VBS followed by a week of the stomach virus will do that to you. So, just to get back into the writing swing of things, I had to stay up late and visit with the ladies of the #FMFparty Thursday night and participate in Five Minute Friday. If you haven’t, you should! Visit Lisa-Jo’s site and just jump in!
When I saw the word for this week, I immediately thought of the quote below because a.)it’s one of my favorites and b.) I have Africa on the brain even more than usual. (Please pray for me and my family as I prepare for my upcoming trip!) Anyway, five minutes. Go:
“When you have caught the rhythm of Africa, you find it is the same in all her music.” – Karen Blixen, Out of Africa
The rhythm of my days melds together. Mothering, mentoring, making do. It’s a dance, day in and day out. I hear the rhythm in the laughter, I see it in the wind and I feel it in the stillness.
And, every now and then, it takes me back. To a place far away and very different. Only not so different. Because the colors might be brighter, the skies might seem bluer, but the rhythm is the same.
Mothers rocking babies, making meals, laughing over little things. We all move to the music He’s written around us, within us.
And, when I think of my friends, the ones far away, I think that one day, we’ll celebrate together before the throne, to the rhythm of the grace in which we’ve all been walking.