Fast is not my forte.
Whether it’s a run at the lake, making a financial decision or writing a post for my blog, I enjoy taking the slow and steady approach.
Recently, I revisited some of the reasons doing life in the fast lane is a struggle for me.
I was reminded of my struggle , as my oldest son and I visited one of the most amazing, fast paced cities in the world.
As we boarded a plane bound for New York City, leaving our humble abode in the great state of Oklahoma where wheat fields and pastures abound, I had a feeling the next week would be a whirlwind.
My feelings were accurate.
Over the course of the next six days, we visited Times Square and Lady Liberty. We rode the subway and toured Radio City Music Hall. Broadway and 42nd Street were our home away from home each night as we were privileged to see up to six Broadway theatre productions. Not to mention the vast array of walking that would take us into every nook and cranny of this great city.
I was left scratching my head.
Regardless of the wonderful experience we were having, I found myself falling into bed each night after midnight, feeling a little lost. Not so much lost in a physical sense, but in a ‘not quite grounded, there is something missing’ kind of way. The kind of lost that nags just a smidge, enough to keep me scratching my head and wondering.
And then I realized.
Sadly, by the last few days of our trip, I had a self-imposed day of rest in the quiet of our hotel room. Looking back, I can see where my slow paced body needed a break from the fast pace we were keeping. As I spent the entire day alone in the quiet of my room on the fifth floor of our hotel in Times Square, the lost feeling faded and I realized what I had been missing for the last week or so.
Alone in that room, there was no subway noise; no maps to navigate.
No shoulder to shoulder people waiting in line to see the same sight.
That day in the quiet, there was no worry about walking at an almost runner’s pace in order to stay with the group.
No horns blaring or taxi hailing folks standing on the crowded street corner.
I was missing it all and taking in so much at the very same time.
And I could hear Him.
In the quiet of that room as the last days of our trip neared, I realized how almost impossible it is for me to hear God’s whispers if I am in constant motion.
The fact that He is always nearby and will never leave me stands true, but for me, it is so difficult to sense His presence, see Him moving, or get a grip on His hand if I spend my time running all day and collapsing into bed each night without quieting my heart and my mind on a regular basis.
It is difficult for me to hear His voice if my busy life is shouting over it.
Alas, I came home from the hustle and bustle with a handful of wonderful experiences under my belt, and a fresh reminder of the necessity of s l o w.
And this is a reminder I needed, indeed.
Are you like me and need to slow down just a smidge in order to hear His voice?
Can you see the necessity of s l o w in your everyday life?