I am fast. I move from thing to thing, place to place, job to job, adventure to adventure. When I’m reaching the end of one thing, I’m dreaming of the next thing. It’s how I roll. But it’s not necessarily good. Life should be savored. Each and every thing. And that requires slow.
The Lord is slow. Slow to anger. Slow to judge. But his slow is good. He’s patiently waiting so all of us down here have the chance to choose him.
Because his slow is good and I belong to him now, he’s used his slow to keep me from making those mistakes I make when I move too fast. Like taking the wrong job just because it would be easier than waiting for the right job. Slowing me down with a broken ankle led to a job that is the best one for me. The kind of job that takes me to lots of places around my county while letting me stay in one place. Fulfilling my need to move and be still. A win win.
I’m so thankful for the Lord’s slow because He’s teaching me that faith is slow. And He’s teaching me to savor his goodness.