A New Rhythm

My grandmother had a small red radio that she adored playing in her kitchen.

The channel was always 770 AM—how could I ever forget!

When she really enjoyed a song, she would ask us to turn up the volume while she danced and prepared her Sunday meal.

She always believed in having a good time.

Lately, during tough days, I find myself thinking of that little red radio and I find myself turning up the music myself.

Ready to dance through this season....

The matriarchs of both sides of my family, my grandmothers,

passed away four months apart—one in August and the other in December.

Adjusting to this has been a significant challenge.

My last writing was intended to be in December, but on the night I planned to share it, my grandmother passed away.

I was preparing to start personal training with a kid who had recently lost his grandmother during her visit a week earlier. I was already grieving the loss of my own grandmother who had passed in August and was trying to figure out how to talk to him,

not anticipating that I would soon face the sudden death of my other grandmother, who was visiting us for the holidays.

The matriarchs are the ones who shape the way our families cook and organize holidays. They are the reason the family came together.

They were the glue that held everyone together.

Adapting to this new rhythm of life - one without them- has been incredibly difficult.

They both shared such selfless love, and I miss them dearly!

However, this new rhythm has taught me so much through my daughter.

My daughter was there the night my grandmother passed away. She experienced a part of life that I haven't completely healed from and wasn't ready to discuss with my own children.

Despite the challenges children can sometimes bring, they are truly gifts from God, and she was sent to help heal me.

Grief never truly fades; we simply learn to carry it differently.

We hold on to hope that life finds its rhythm again, even when the days feel heavy.

Our God renews everything, and I am aware that throughout it all,

He delights in our worship with Him.

Therefore, I will keep turning up the volume, praising Him, and dancing through this season, just like my grandmother did.