Creating Change: Surrendering To God’s RhythmSample

How To Get Through A Day

Watch where the light shines now. Watch Me. Follow Me. Lift your head and stay focused on what I have. It is difficult to stay focused, so easy to get distracted, so easy to forget you are the one I love. I can help.

My daughter, it is a fight to stay close to Me. It is a choice you make each moment. Pay attention to the rhythm of your days, the way you wake—what you do when you first get up, what your first thoughts are, how you approach what is for you to do. Right when you wake, try turning over the plan for your day to Me, first. Before you attempt to accomplish one thing, ask Me what I think of your plan. Can you imagine wiping your list clean, the details scrawled out, and then rewriting it, in my hand, my fingerprints upon the page? Are you willing? 

I lead, first one step, and then another. I whisper what is for you to do, one choice, and then another. 

Often, there is waiting . . and listening . . . and trusting. 

Often, there is stepping out . . . believing . . . risking.

Often, there is looking for my presence in the things you do. 

Wait on Me, and listen, and take a step. Look for Me in the moments. These decisions are not too heavy for you to handle; these decisions are not meant to weigh you down. These decisions are not to fill you with worry about messing up and not getting it all right. 

Remember how we talked about rhythm, the rhythm of walking with Me, listening for Me, looking for Me? It is the dance. Remember how I ask you to dance? You take a step, following my lead, feeling my arms around you, my gentle pressure to come forward, then step back, then turn, all the while your hand is in mine and I know the way the dance unfolds, and I know how beautiful you look when you dance with Me. This is the best rhythm for you, the one where you can look into my eyes and trust my feet and the subtle movements of my steps prompting you to go here, then here. This is beauty: your stepping where I step, your trusting I know your way. You don’t need to know all the details for the dance to be beautiful and be perfectly right. 

Your hands fit perfectly here, the way your fingers curve around mine. Your arms fit perfectly here, the way they reach up and out, bent and strong. Your feet know the steps I teach you. Keep stepping out, ready for pauses, alert and ready for subtle changes in pace, in movement. I love how you do this, daughter. This is a dance all our own.