I love to take walks with my husband. Even though his legs are much longer than mine, I smile when our steps fall in sync. It feels so safe, so good, and so right. I feel as though we strengthen "us" as we meander through the neighborhood. Afterwards, I find myself humming more and worrying less.

But the other morning, I was feeling quite the opposite. I woke up late, dropped the milk, tripped on the dog's tail and accidentally locked all of us out of our house. I felt completely discombobulated. While the rain gently dripped off my nose, I faced two choices: increase my grumpiness or laugh about it.

I wish that I could say that I miraculously grinned and inspired a "Kodak" moment with my family. No, indeed, it took a while for all of us to realize that it was no big deal. I think that we wasted about 15 minutes grumbling about who was at fault. Harmony was not the word to describe the scene that day.

Regardless of our moods, the Earth continued to spin. No great calamity occurred because of one rough morning. Eventually, we walked to our neighbors for our spare set of keys and dried off while we sipped hot cocoa.

I wonder how much time I spend struggling because I get out of sync with God? Do I waste precious opportunities to quiet myself so that I can be more in tune with his will? What if instead of insisting on my way, my agenda, and my priorities, I let God set the pace? What if I allow myself to fall in sync with Him each morning? What would my days be like? Would it make a difference? Would I be able to make a difference for God? It's worth a try.

"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. (Jn 15:5 NIV)