Following the Prompts (Or the Rhythm of life)

Here we go. Yet another blog post as I sit here on this Wednesday morning and marvel at my life. I ate breakfast. Drank coffee. I have a mini concert happening in my living room (Switchfoot and Chris Tomlin this morning...) I'm getting ready to go to the gym. I have the entire day stretched before me, a blank canvas ready to be filled with another day's glorious life...

Life. Mine has finally settled into a rhythm. Last night, I added a new component to my weekly schedule-- I joined a small group with the church I've been going to. I'd committed to going two weeks ago, but last night was the first night I was able to go. And honestly, when I got home from work, I was exhausted and questioning my resolve to leave the house for the evening. I wanted to juice. I wanted to clean. I wanted to stay home and watch a movie and maybe go to bed early (I haven't gotten to bed before 1am in a week... the consequences of living with someone who loves to talk as much as I do...)

But I really knew those weren't options. Something inside me was screaming at me to go. How many conversations lately have I had that started with "I need to make new friends..." How many blogs have I written about wanting to be connected and wanting to find my purpose... etc.

There's something about simple obedience.

The small group was over at 9 and I stayed until almost 11. It felt so... right. I drove home after, marveling at God and His way of working things. I arrived at home, my mind clear and full at the same time. I was brimming with thoughts and ideas and I stayed up talking until almost 2am...

And it was worth it.

Following those prompts, enriching yourself with the Good, surrounding yourself with like-minded people and being filled with truth and love... that is always worth it.

It's painful to die every day, to kill off those old desires and connections because there's always the fear of the emptiness left behind. I'm thankful to be in a protected place. I'm thankful that God is laying my path before my feet. I'm glad that He is leading me, because I don't yet trust myself with anything but the simplest of decisions. Small group? Yes. Sunday night jam session? Yes. Anything else, I'm still flying blind.

I'm grateful for the rhythm that my life has fallen into. I'm glad for a constant. I'm glad that solid ground that had been so long missing. I'm glad that all things work together for my good (eventually, even if it's sometimes painful at first). I'm glad for the empty grave.