The clock blinked 5:05. I wanted to pull the covers over my blurry eyes and drift back to my dreams, but my mind wouldn’t cooperate. I flipped through a book for awhile and then finally succumbed to my awakened state while the rest of the world enjoyed their slumber. My bare feet hit the wooden floors and I tip-toed into the kitchen to start making a Saturday morning breakfast for my sleeping little tribe.
With a crack and a whisk, I watched yolks swirl and sizzle. With the flick of a switch, I saw coffee beans buzz into a fine grind.
A typical morning consists of running late and feed the dog and instant oatmeal and those little K-cups and don’t forget to brush!
I snuck gooey cinnamon rolls and thick slabs of bacon into the oven, reveling in the rare stillness of the moment.
How often do we fall into the trap of faster is better? We get our instant fixes all over the place. Newer! Stronger! More Absorbent!
When I peek into my heart, I know I need to slow down.
Tiny, pre-packaged cups of coffee grounds are never going to be as satisfying as freshly-roasted beans.
What does it take to live a French press life in a Keurig world?
I think we have to chase after slow, because instant comes easily.
We’re so accustomed to microwaves and broadband speeds that we expect a drive-thru faith, too.
Because what happens when we pray and it doesn’t happen? Why bother with being intentional when a Google-search can provide an answer?
Do you think we could be brave enough to have slow faith?
What would it take to embrace the gradual and the quiet? What would it take to reset our hearts from the hustle to the hushed?
This is the first of 31 daily posts of living free. Living freely is something we do momentarily, but to fully live free? That’s a transformation — a total change not only in what we’re like, but in who we are. You can find all the 31 Days of Living Free posts here.