When I catch myself in a hurry, thinking I’m about to screw up something important, or miss something meaningful, I remind myself what I learned just sitting quietly in the company of my God:
Presence is the only truly important and meaningful thing.
The one who loves me wants my presence and I delay him a thousand times a day.
I scoot past him with a goofy face, shrugging my shoulders, holding my keys. He knows my game but he pursues me still. That Man, he’s a sailor off a boat just docked, and he is holding flowers for me.
I should run into his arms, but instead I gallop past him, pointing at my phone. He is my hero, but I spend most of my day trying to be my own.
And I make myself sad when I act this way.
Lord, help me!
Who elbows out true love?
Being late is okay. Being forever busy is not.
What’s more important or more meaningful than spending your time in love?
“You always know when a man has been beholding the glory of the Lord; you feel in your inner spirit that he is the mirror of the Lord’s own character…Never be hurried out of the relationship of abiding in Him”
-Oswald Chambers,From January 23rd in His Utmost for My Highest