And I think of that word -- sway -- and how I taught The Boy its meaning yesterday. Like a tree, to sway. I picture a mother's stance and the moving of a babe in arms. The steady rhythm of calm.
It's that I would like in a way. Yet, it's not the rhythm of today.
For me, it's a bit clunky. Sometimes a bit crickety.
And there are crickets, too. Jumping up and around me, like popcorn. It's this image I remember from my childhood, walking the hayfield to deliver water to my pop. Crickets everywhichway.
Crickets are my feelings these days. Here, there and everywhere.
I know Truth. It seeps in my bones and courses throughout my veins. It's in me. I know it.
Yet, still, fear pumps loud and angst roars.
These days the rhythm to my days is a bit push/pull.
I'm learning to be honest. Laying truth out on the table and leaning in to love that wraps His arms around me and lets me be as I am.
Shame is sniffling in the corner. She needs a time out.
The rhythm of His heart soothes me and the crickets find rest.
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