As I began my morning walk, the air was fresh. The sun was just lighting the rooftops and melting the dew from the grass. My sneakers seemed to be patting a gentle rhythm. I listened . . .

“For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies . . .”

Lord Jesus, as you caressed my world with the rays of your daylight, I was suddenly in tune with Your rhythm.
Each footstep, each mile . . .
Each minute, each hour. . .
Each season, each year. . .
Each heartbeat, each lifetime . . .
The rhythm is yours, Holy Father.

Thank you.

And thank you for Your unconditional love.

Amen.

Patti