Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump , breathe…
From the dust we come, into cadence – opening our eyes to light that fades into dark, and light again which prompts the birdsong. We breathe in and out through the days, the storms, the spinning of the earth. The flowers open and close like our eyelids; we walk and swing, back and forth as we gaze at the stars, winking into the night. We give birth in tune to our pain only to celebrate that new thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump that eats and sleeps in a steady dance of survival.
We even fight in rhythms; the back and forth of who made us, what made us, or how we might be accidents…
Accident: noun, an unfavorable chance event.
We feel that thing, love; the one we can’t touch but know the best. It resides inside us; it’s reflected in the eyes of our families and bff’s. It is always ready for more – more family, more friends, and more passions. It grows constant, and is one of two things we have that will never wear out. It heals broken hearts, makes forgiveness possible and promotes peace. You cannot take it to a lab to be dissected, or explain it as an unfavorable chance event.
I held the phone so close to my ear it might have been my ear, when my mom said, “Your father smiled when he died. From ear to ear it was a smile of complete satisfaction.”
So when you are in the dark, and question the validity of that Book on your nightstand – when only the crickets are present to keep you company- remember they sing to an unbroken rhythm; a song that you were written into by the One who is Love.
And you, who sing with Him, are beautiful music.
He is here: the One who forms the mountains, creates the wind, and reveals His thoughts to man, the One who makes the dawn out of the darkness and strides on the heights of the earth. Yahweh, the God of Hosts, is His name. Amos 4:13