Slow Down My Dear

In the last week, I have been adjusting to having my own car back.  Over a month ago, I got into a car accident, totaled my car, and have been without my own since then.  I had to manage to try and figure out how I was going to get place to place, meet with different people, and do my own things while sharing my parents two cars between my parents, my sister, and I.  It was definitely a slower month, I did a lot of staying home and catching rides with people when I could, and staying at Starbucks all day until someone could pick me up. 

It was some what of a break, and the only reason I can say that, is because I've witnessed first hand how jam packed I made my first week, having my car back.  If I had any free time what so ever, it was me asking myself, how can I fill that?  I was on the go, and needed to slow down, and it made me reflect on comments people had made previous to the accident, when I still had a car and this "go, go, go lifestyle" was nothing I had noticed.  But it's been clear to me, I've been wearing myself down and pushing aside time with Jesus so I could "rest."  When really, I was just programming myself to get up and do it all over again in the morning. 

Every time I come back to realizing this, I find it so incredibly amusing, how clearly God shows Himself when I just slow down. 

Imagine speeding down a neighborhood road and your passenger is giving you directions where to go.  Since you're speeding and moving so fast, you won't have time to respond when they tell you to turn somewhere... and if you do, boy is it messy.  It's the same with our lives I've learned.  If we just fly through things, cramming our schedules with whatever possible, we don't give ourselves the necessary time we need to respond to God in our daily lives, and when we try it's rushed and not sacred like it deserves to be. 

"It is not good to have zeal without knowledge, nor to be hasty and miss the way." Proverbs 19:2

If my knowledge of my job here where my desires root from, why am I allowing myself to move too fast to remember them?

I forget ever so often, how much my Jesus desires to spend time with me, but more importantly, on a daily basis, and even farther, He desires to be a part of everything in my day.  So, I'm slowing down.  I'm tired of being tired, and my Jesus has so much more to offer me when I give Him my day and give Him my time, and the control of the schedule of my life.  Life is so much sweeter in the Hands of Christ.