I have this unexplainable desire to drink in every moment today.
Maybe it’s because my eldest had her first babysitting job last week. As I watched her traipse out of the house with her “fun bag” draped over her shoulder, climbing into the car of her employer for the evening, my chest tightened. Lately, conversing with friends trumps building legos with siblings. She is blossoming, learning, pulling away, coming into who God is creating her to be.
Perhaps this urge to press in sparked in Target this week as I stood in line with deodorant for our second born after catching a whiff of her passing by me earlier that day.
Possibly, this newfound margin of time that exists because all four kids can dress themselves, clean themselves, and wipe their own bottoms ushered in this fervency to mentally record the passing moments.
Whatever the cause, my mind’s ticker tape is recording “LOW & SLOW” rather than “HIGH & FAST.”
By low I mean I want to see the details that come into view when I crouch down to examine a specimen-or look into my child’s eyes.
By slow I have in mind that I want to think before I answer. I want to ask another question before I rattle off. I want to move toward people in relationship rather than away from them into my own interests. I want to take that walk after dinner, rather than migrate to a chair for some indoor entertainment.
I ran across this great quote today:
Never be within doors when you can rightly be without. Charlotte Mason
I prefer us adventuring outside more than lounging inside this summer.
What if I lived out Psalm 131 this summer?
“…I am humbled and quieted in Your Presence. Like a contented child that rests on its mother’s lap, I’m Your resting child and my soul is content in You.”
What if I went LOW and SLOW with Jesus this season? Walking, moving, trusting as if Holy Spirit was perched on my shoulder. What if I only moved off my Abba’s lap when He gave me a nudge toward something or someone rather than barreling headlong into whatever nudge I conjure up at the moment.
Hence, friends, whether you are sitting on a plane traveling to your next job, or throwing in the seventh load of laundry for the day, or just turning on the lights in your office, I pray we would travel LOW and SLOW with ourselves and those around us. And I pray we move LOW and SLOW with our friend, Jesus. I pray our pace would be marked as quiet and unhurried; so much so that we actually feel in our core what it means to experience Acts 17:28:
“…in Him we live, and move, and exist…”
Dear friends, as the sun falls behind our home casting long shadows across the faces of my kids and their friends, let us drink in the quiet un-hurry of LOW and SLOW.
Running beside you,