My daughter completed her first year in piano lessons. I’m excited for her to keep learning this language of music. I was once very consumed with my own learning and it’s so interesting to see it through new eyes. She’s been learning the hard fact of the importance of rhythm. It’s not just about playing the right notes, but it matters how you play them.
And that started tying into something else I’ve been thinking about.
So often my heart grows weary of the everyday tasks. So often I want to fight against the needed order and predictability in my life. So often I struggle to find joy and contentment in the seemingly meaningless jobs that fill my day.
But then I started to wonder, what if I took away all of those never-ending tasks? What would I be left with?
And then I realized…
It’s the constants, the mundane, the never-ending needs, that create the rhythm of life. And while that rhythm may start to feel like a dirge at times…without that constant, steady, predictable rhythm, there would be nothing but chaos.
God was telling me to be thankful for that steady humdrum. It’s keeping life moving and it’s the backbone to whatever unpredictable thing that’s thrown at me. I can find joy in the constant because it’s a reminder of my constant God.
So bring on the mound of dirty socks, the never-ending runny noses, the constant hungry tummy. It’s creating my rhythm.
“For everything there is season, and a time for every matter under heaven…” Ecclesiastes 3:1
Beautiful Things 