Slow

So much pressure

to go, go, go.

So much resistance

to intentionally choose slow.

The need to be busy.

The fear of missing out.

The need to be noticed.

The need to shout.

Slow to listen.

But quick to speak.

Controlling our words and emotions

makes people think that we are weak.

So we go with the pressure.

We go with the flow.

To just do what everyone else is doing

without questioning where we will go.

Milestones and timelines.

The constant need to keep up.

Schedules and appointments.

The constant emptying of our cup.

No time to rest

because we have to shine.

But is it for His glory?

Or is it for mine?

Always having the answers,

I can't ever rely on God above.

But I don't actually have the answers

and have absolutely nothing without love.

Any personal need for proving

or receiving some type of recognition

is simply just another way

of pursuing my own selfish ambition.

So much pressure

to go, go, go.

But I choose to resist

to intentionally choose slow.

Slow.

No need to be busy.

There's joy in missing out.

What can I do without being noticed?

Absolutely no need to shout.

Quick to listen.

But slow to speak.

Controlling our words and emotions

shows incredible strength and is never weak.

Instead of keeping up,

to choose to be still.

Instead of maintaining control,

to choose to trust His will.

To intentionally choose rest

at the risk of being "lazy."

To intentionally choose different

at the risk of being "crazy."

Slow.

To stop whatever I'm doing

and simply sit at His feet,

with no milestones or timelines

or expectations to meet.

To stop striving to become the best

and instead to become the very least.

To sit quietly at His table

and allow Him to provide the feast.

To stop focusing on other people's specks

and slowly chip away at my own log.

To empty myself of haughtiness and pride

that are as blinding as a fog.

To not let my left hand

know what my right is doing.

To get the satisfaction from God knowing

without any need for proving.

Slow.

Humbling myself

and truly living in denial.

Allowing God's goodness and grace to be enough

and letting that feeling stay for quite awhile.

Oh, to stop the go, go, go.

And to be humble enough to be made low.

And to be brave enough to start to say "no."

And to be mindful enough to intentionally choose slow.

So Much Love,