Slowing.

Choosing to simplify,

savour,

see.

Take the time to be still,

wait,

wonder,

see.

Truly see what blurs with constant motion.

Slowing.

Giving Holy Spirit the to-do lists,

Being present,

in this Presence,

with a God who calls himself

“I Am,”

in the now.

Here, now.

There is no striving here.

What slows me is

nature,

the beauty, the changes, the constancy.

What slow me is

worship,

the adoration, the surrender, the selah.

What slows me is

stories,

the dreaming, the creating, the sharing.

What slows me is

a sureness

that I am not God

therefore I can

rest,

pause, trust,

be.

Embracing this sacred rest.

“Motion is easy.

It keeps the heart from seeing.

The blur is a blindfold,

All doing and barely being.

Motion is bad math

The constant adding on,

Leaves no other choice but to divide

Until all is gone.

There’s more to the journey

Than strict efficiency.

It’s more like savouring,

Less like “A” to “B.”
Motion is deadly

When the candle burns both ends.

The abundance of light

Won’t last through the night

Instead of lived your days are spent.

So slow down, easy does it,

You’re moving way to fast,

Come on, what’s your hurry

Take your foot off the gas.

Slow down, you’re missing the journey,

Let the world pass.

Come on, why you stalling?

Find the exit ramp.”

~Lance Odegard~