Rhythms

All of life is rhythmic - a pattern of days and waves. We depend on the rhythms of currents and seasons, of mountains and valleys, of life and death. We are balanced, ordered and secured by rhythms.

Here in the Rockies, we are keenly aware of the seasonal rhythms. The Creation which retreated in winter is being renewed in the spring. We revel in the warmer, brighter days, with a sense of expectancy for the days to come. We are, indeed, balanced by rhythms.

Within the circles of both my spiritual and my earthly families, it has been a grueling winter. The presssures of life have overwhelmed many. Like daylight which is consumed by night, the light in their eyes has been consumed by darkness. Joy and optimism have for a time been consumed by sadness and anxiety.

Yesterday, while gazing at snow-covered mountains, from the valley I heard the trill of a Meadowlark. It was a heartening reminder that the God of the mountains is also the God of the valleys. It reminded me that...

Life is easy when you're up on the mountain,

and you've got peace of mind like you've never known.

But, then things change when you're down in the valley;

don't lose faith for you're never alone.

You talk of faith when you're up on the mountain,

but talk comes so easy when life's at its best.

Now, it's down in the valley of trials and temptations;

that's when faith is really put to the test.

Oh, the God of the mountain is still God in the valley;
when things go wrong, He'll make them right.

And, the God of the good times is still God in the bad times;

the God of the day is still God in the night.

-Author unknown

The blessings of spring reminds us of the life's rhythms. This season of refreshing is but a season. It is a time to marvel at the God of the Mountains and Valleys. It is a time to revel in His grace, draw ever-closer to Him and prepare for what life may bring. Indeed, faith comes easy when we are up on the mountain, but fervent faith sustains us when passing through the valleys. Having an attitude of "passing through" is key; knowing we will pass through this valley and stand on the mountain again.

I give thanks for the trill of a Meadowlark which reminded me of life's rhythms. I give thanks to God who created and controls life's rhythms. I am balanced, ordered, and secured by God's rhythms.

All my praise is to Him!