I was inspired to slow down again.
Life is busy and I don't even leave my house that much. I find myself frantic too often these days. When the little baby is finally sleeping then I put my energy gear into overdrive.
Quick, Aimee, teach the children!
Hurry, Aimee, put the clothes that are in the washer into the dryer!
Run, Aimee, the phone is ringing!
What's that? The 3 year old just went potty where he isn't supposed to?!
Lunch Time! We're hungry, Mom!
You better move it, Aim, that baby is about to wake up...clean up the living room, declutter a counter, get dinner going....
hurry, hurry, hurry.
No wonder I get weary and teary?
So I am reminded by dear friends that I love slow living. I really don't love being driven or frenzied or nervous. I don't like my to-do list to lead me...I so do not want to be a control-freak. But for a myriad of reasons, I can go there. I can be that way. I can get off-track.
So tonight... I turned down the lights.
I lit candles all around our living room.
I turned on Mozart.
I started a small piece of embroidery...a simple tree...maybe to be turned into a little seasonal pillow for the couch.
Dear Mike brought me a steaming cup of chamomile tea and then read to the children about Aslan and Narnia...resurrection power.
And in the sweet slowness I was soothed. My spirit connected with the Lord, with Mike, with my children, with myself.
Small simple acts of intentional slowness.
May we walk in the soothing nature of slow living. So that we can be stilled, and from that soul-place of stillness, really connect. Because to me, that's the goal:
Real, meaningful, nurturing relationships.