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RHYTHMS & RITUALS

Sunrise and sunset.

Seasons.
Ocean tides.

There’s something soothing as an adult about the fact that there are some things we can count on. We might think we don’t need a routine as much as a child does, but perhaps I’m a large child because I melt into a pile of figurative snotty tears when my usual life rhythm is upset.

The difference between me as a child and me as an adult though is that now, creating a rhythm for my daily life is all up to me, no one creates it for me.

The easier route is to do whatever I feel like at the moment... isn’t that what we always dreamed of doing as kids?! But it doesn’t take more than a day or two for me to start to feel unsettled, and like a child it’s only a few days more before everyone around me knows it!

The harder route is to intentionally choose what my daily rhythm looks like, and to have the discipline to do the things that are good for me, even if they aren’t what I feel like doing.
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A few notes to my fellow overachievers and perfectionists about rhythms...

A rhythm without grace will become a stress-inducing schedule and you will feel like a failure often.

Any attempt to manufacture peace and joy apart from Christ will not last. It may work for a time, but soon your self-created supply will dry up.

Less is more. Again with the schedule thing, a rhythm should be life-giving, not life-draining. We also need time to think and feel, and busyness often covers up what’s going on inside.

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