There is a pulse to life.
An internal force that draws us into the rhythm for which we were created.
It isn’t the same for everyone.
Some people move fast.
Others walk more carefully.
Yet when we are in rhythm, when we fully embrace our Creator’s desires, we become whole.
The world in which we live moves to it’s own pulse. It’s different. It’s loud. It’s not our own.
Are we in rhythm with the world or with the Creator?
Can we find our rhythm again?
There is a pulse to life.
A pendulum you might say.
We need to turn to the Creator.
For like a grand old clock we need care and maintenance.
We need adjustments.
We need to be wound and set again.
It’s time to be wound and set again.
