Find peace in the chaos with these 4 biblical Rhythms of Grace that bring order, rest, and spiritual growth to your heart and home.
I shared a little bit in last week’s video that we’re walking through a trial right now, and I’m parenting alone for an unknown length of time. And if I’m honest, it feels heavy. It feels hard in a way that sits deep in my chest and follows me through the day.
So let’s attack the elephant in the room. There is a quiet pressure in the online spaces to show up as someone who has already walked through the fire, to tie everything up neatly and say, “here’s what I learned on the other side.”
I’ve written those posts. I’ve shared those videos. But today, this isn’t that. I’m not on the other side. I’m right in the middle of it.
I feel fragile most days. Emotional in ways I can’t quite explain. Crying out to God for answers, for healing, for miracles. And if I’m being really honest, there are moments when He feels quiet. Not absent, but quiet.
I need rhythms of grace in my life more than ever. Not because everything is falling into place—but because it feels like everything is falling apart. I know that real rest isn’t going to come from fixing everything. It’s going to come from surrender.
From returning, again and again, to my Heavenly Father, and allowing Him to gently lead me back into His unforced rhythms of grace.
One small, faithful step at a time. 🌿So, today I want to share four rhythms of grace in my home that bring me back to center, that bring me back to truth. Welcome to Healing Home. I hope you are encouraged and inspired by your time here.
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Starting the Day with God
“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” —Matthew 6:33 (ESV)
For a long time, my mornings began with noise. A quick glance at my phone. A mental list is already forming. The quiet pressure of everything waiting for me.
Before my feet even hit the floor, I often feel behind, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that.
But Scripture gently calls us into a different rhythm.
I’ve shared before that years ago, when I started working a morning job from home, that I would try to open my Bible up after I clocked out of work. For so long, my rhythm was to work and then attempt to spend time with God while my kids were all little apes of destruction at my feet. It didn’t work, and my quiet time suffered. Earlier this year, I shared what my morning rhythm looks like now. It all starts with me sitting down with my Bible as soon as I wake up. Another more in depth looks at starting my day with Jesus can be found here.
What would it look like to seek Him first—not just in theory, but in the first quiet moments of my real life?
It’s not a perfect, uninterrupted time. Not a picture-perfect Bible study. Just a willing heart.
Some mornings, it’s a few whispered prayers while the house is still.
Some mornings, it’s opening God’s Word with a baby in my arms.
Some mornings feel focused, others feel scattered.
But the rhythm itself has become an anchor.
Because when I start my day listening for God’s voice instead of the noise of the world—even the noise of good responsibilities—everything shifts.
Not because my circumstances change, but because my heart is aligned with the heart of God.
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Practicing Daily Gratitude
If I’m honest, gratitude does not come naturally to me in harder seasons. Currently, both our vehicles are broken, and the minivan we purchased just a mere year ago looks like it might be beyond repair. The weight of that feels suffocating to me right now.
It can be so easy to drift into complaining. To wonder why everything has to pile on at once. To look at others and see their lives so peaceful and at rest, even though I logically know that it’s just the wickedness of comparison.
Scripture calls this what it is: covetousness—placing something else above God.
“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” —1 Thessalonians 5:18 (ESV)
Not just in the easy seasons. Not just when everything is going well.
In all circumstances.
You know, I think it’s okay to feel scared, broken, and generally not grateful, and make a continuous effort to do what you know is right and trust God to help your heart follow. We do that with kids all the time. They may not ‘feel’ the apology or ‘feel’ like doing school work, or ‘feel’ like going to church every Sunday, but as their parent, we know it’s the right thing to do, so we lead them and trust God that someday the repetitiveness will help their heart follow.
So we begin small.
Thanking God for the sound of my children playing.
For a warm meal.
For breath in my lungs on a hard day.
Gratitude doesn’t remove the challenges of real life—especially in seasons with limitations.
But it does help reorder my heart. He is still doing great things—even in the unseen places
Speaking Words of Life to My Family
This one is refining me in real time.
Because the truth is, the atmosphere of my home right now isn’t just shaped by what I do—it’s shaped by what I say.
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” —Proverbs 18:21 (ESV)
There are moments I don’t like the tone of my own voice, which is horrible because I’m often telling my own kids that they can say most anything as long as their tone of voice is respectful.
There have been moments lately where I’m stretched thin, and the words come out sharper than I intended. Moments where exhaustion speaks before grace does. Moments where I hear myself and think, “That’s not who I want to be.“
It would be easy to excuse it. To say, “this is just a hard season,” or “this is just how I am when I’m overwhelmed.”
I remember hearing about a study by Masaru Emoto, where water was exposed to words—words of love and words of hate—and how it seemed to respond differently. The water was frozen and examined under a microscope. The water that was exposed to words of love and affirmation had complex, colorful, and symmetric, jewel-like crystal patterns. The water that was exposed to words of hatred formed incomplete, asymmetrical, and chaotic or discolored patterns.
And while that research is debated, I keep coming back to the deeper truth that Scripture has already made clear: our words carry weight.
We don’t need a study to see it. We feel it in our homes every day.
There are some lessons we will learn time and time again, and I’m once again convinced that my children don’t need a perfect mom— they need a life-giving one. Which, by the way, the Life Giving Home is a book that I feel like could be read at least every year by moms who are in the trenches of raising a family.
When my words begin to reflect the heart of God, even in the middle of a hard season, our home begins to echo His peace.
Walking in Community and Support
I didn’t want to record or write this section because I don’t want the community. I don’t know if more people feel this way, and it’s just too taboo to say, but I would much rather be a lone wolf than one relying on a pack. It’s not about feeling awkward about asking for help or that I’m somehow ‘above’ the need for community. I just prefer my introverted state.
But God never designed us to live that way.
“And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together… but encouraging one another.” —Hebrews 10:24–25 (ESV)
Community is good, and although it takes effort, especially for an introvert like me, I am reminded often that when I walk into community, life is simply better.
A godly community doesn’t remove my responsibilities.
But it reminds me, I’m not alone in them.
God, in His kindness, gives us His people to pray with us, to encourage us, to carry burdens alongside us. We attend a homeschool co-op, and it was necessary to brief my kids’ instructors on the situation we are facing at home. My oldest son’s history and Bible teacher came to me on the last day of our classes and told me that in the freezer, there was a bag with a meal in it. She didn’t have to do that. I’m very capable of crafting a meal. I’m not postpartum or physically ill, but her kindness truly radiated through me. A simple meal for my larger family reminded me of God’s love and that he truly does care. My child’s history instructor was the hands and feet of Jesus that day.
It’s that kind of grace that we simply cannot experience in isolation.
Rhythms of Grace in our Life
These rhythms aren’t complicated. They aren’t flashy.
But they are steady. They are faithful.
And they are full of God’s grace.
Starting the day with Him.
Practicing gratitude.
Speaking life.
Walking in community.
These are the unforced rhythms of grace— the ones that meet us right in the middle of our real lives.
And little by little, they begin to bring order where there once was overwhelm.
Not because we’ve mastered anything—but because we’re walking, step by step, with our Heavenly Father.
So if you’re in a trying season right now, don’t try to change everything overnight.
Just begin with one rhythm.
One small step of obedience. And trust that God, in His perfect timing, will meet you there. 🌿
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