I was just sitting here listening to Heather Clark's disc Selah: Singing the Psalms and thinking about the rhythm of God in my soul. It is a natural resonance that His presence creates. It is a flow of seasons and movements as mystically predictable as the seasons of the earth. It is a life forming within me as surely as a child in the womb, and I will die in childbirth. He moves when I let Him and stops when I direct Him. He crashes and splashes like a raindrop on a tsunami.
In Him I live and move and have my being.
Wouldn't have it any other way.