So here is the lovely part of God working on something deeply within you…
Watching it unfold…
Wrapping up 2 ½ weeks of rest at our broom tree, ended with us taping windows and preparing for a possible hurricane. It ended with deep heartfelt prayers asking for God’s immeasurable protection over the house and the area we love so much.
As I drove home with a car so loaded it looked like we were moving across the country and three sleepy kids I couldn’t help but think about why God was asking me to write about embracing His pace, when my pace is so out of control. I am looking for His pace all the time, but here is what I missed…His pace isn’t always slow and it doesn’t always look how we think it should.
Being home these last few days have been filled with cleaning, unpacking and figuring out what God is asking when He is asking me to apply His pace to my home…and then the teaching moment happened in my kitchen over a steaming dishwasher with my 9 year old.
She began rattling off in a panic all the things that we were behind on, claiming we would never catch up. I heard her panic but more than that I felt her panic. I wondered if that is what I look like to God. Rushing and in a frenzy because I feel like I am behind even when I truly am not.
So I am getting back to this place…my home place…my God provided place. The place that is filled with tasks, children to raise, a husband to love and toilets to clean. God is showing what His pace looks like in His place…I will never have the broom tree pace here. His pace in this place will look different.
But, like I said to my 9 year old daughter…words that I know God put in my heart for me to hear more than her…There is no rush and no hurry, we are not behind or failing. There is no point in rushing or stressing, the tasks we are worried over don’t have a deadline.
I have been creating my own unrealistic deadlines for years…with no room to breathe, no room for grace, and no room for God’s pace.