Still

This is the 5 minute Friday challenge from Gypsy Mama. 5 minutes if unedited writing on the topic, "Still".

I have been reflecting lately on the speed of my life. I have been reading a book called "in Praise Of Slow", despite my desire to speed read it, at the suggestion of one reviewer I have read it one chapter a day. It talks about the general speed of life, and how we are wired for speed in this age.

I find myself saying to children often, "hurry up!" Last night I read one chapter about how Germans have a name for how each person has their own time "ein giest" literally "own time". Sophia is our kid who especially takes her time to do just about everything and it regularly drives Wade and I a little crazy. But last night I considered perhaps she just has a differemt natural rhythm than we do.

I also thought about how I used to have a slower rhythm when I was a kid, and how adulthood take it out of you. I tried this morning to just be still. The children were playing in the garden. I sat on the deck. I had coffee. Then I began to play with my phone. I stopped. I noticed how all of them were on the rocker swing, just swinging lazily. It was then I realized that only a fool would sit up on a deck watching all that beauty go by without her, and I joined them on the swing.

But they are not still. They jumped up, began to perform a show, then ask for things, and meals, and attention and wisdom and clean clothes and many, many other things. So how can provide for them what they desire and require, and yet stay still, stay slow?

(This is the tension of today, which I am trying to live without feeling tension. I am trying to feel the peace of being still and KNOWING He is God, which is connected to lack of worry, and gratefulness and contentment.)

Words in brackets typed after 5 minute timer rang.






craps