I recently came to the realization that (wait for it...) God's ways are not my ways! Hey, I'm only 40. Some things take awhile to sink in.
I like to keep things moving. The motto in my family growing up was "Suck it up and drive on!" So when God slows me down, sometimes I'm kicking and screaming about all the things that need to get done; things He's called me to do, after all.
When God lays something on my heart, I assume He means for me to get on with it. Like, right now. I forget about Moses tending sheep, Israelites wandering the desert, and David hiding in the hills. I forget that God moves differently than I do. God has rhythm.
Everything He's made pulsates. The tides roll, the breath moves, the seasons change. Light and energy move in waves. Even an atom shimmies. To be sure, there are some sour notes ("groans" after the Fall), but I believe creation from God's viewpoint is a beautiful dance, a symphony of sight and sound.
God's rhythms for humanity can be found in His injunctions to rest and party (i.e., His "appointed times"). Humans are not designed for endless exertion. Contractions are more productive when the muscles relax in between. We work better when we Sabbath. And waiting reaps rewards all its own.
Admittedly, I have two left feet when it comes to this kind of dancing. Still, I'm practicing.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven . . .
Ecclesiastes 3:1
This is interesting timing with what has been going on with me. I realized today that I had assumed that because I hadn't been given any....divine inspiration...for lack of a better phrase, for my blog that I wasn't supposed to be working on it. I realized today that just because it wasn't easy didn't mean it wasn't what I was supposed to be doing. Clearly I have two left feet with this kind of dancing as well.
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