….or God thinks so anyway. First video I saw this morning – new one by Lady Antebellum – dealing with moving slowly in a relationship.
Yoga – teacher today was Dan. A delightful boy with a gentle voice and clear dialogue – but delivers it ever so slowly….adding excruciating seconds to each posture. A few seconds doesn’t seem like much, but after 52 postures it’s an eternity. It was getting hard and I had to take a knee. After that I decided to move slowly and find the stillness in each pose. It worked and the rest of the class was good. I was completely spent after the standing postures. As I lay for the two minute rest, I suddenly couldn’t see the “cross” I look up at everyday in the ceiling plaster. I actually panicked. I immediately stilled myself and realized there was sweat in my eyes and if I just gave it a moment to clear, the cross would reappear.
At that moment it struck me how angry and afraid I get when I can’t feel God near. But just like the cross on the ceiling, if I relax, slow down, and not give into the panic, He will reappear. Just like the cross in the plaster, He is there even when I cannot feel Him near.
This afternoon, on my soap, more about a couple wanting to go slow with their relationship. After that, as I resumed my painting, I felt the need to not hurry and go slow. After two days of being hit over the head with the “go slow” message coming at me from all angles, I think I’ve got it.
And so, as another day goes by, I’ll take whatever must be coming down the road, slow, steady, and easy, and …I have written.
