Early Sunday morning is quiet as we leisurely walk the lane, Maisie and I. The bird song is all we hear. I hesitate to speak and break the sacred silence.
I notice things in the slowness of this morning. Random spider webs, a night’s endeavors, lie low in the grass or higher up in the bushes. The mist rises from the lake, moving gently across its surface, in no hurry to go. The coolness of the morning is relief after sweltering days.
In my hurry, I easily miss the moments.
Children teach us. They dawdle. They keep no time schedules. They “waste time” with what draws their attention, until an adult says, “Hurry up. We’ll be late.”
We really do need to be more like children.
Our mantra shouts to us. Be productive. Get more done. Work harder. Fill the schedule with one more activity. We can do it!
Wasting time is not on the agenda.
Rhythms of Rest by Shelly Miller (coming in October)
Time is spent one way or another. The finite number of moments we have can be used how we choose. We can hurry it away with activity, or we can slow down, see and hear. We can enjoy and find joy.
It may seem like wasting time when we rest, when we stop, when we do nothing. But perhaps it is the best use of time at the particular juncture. Perhaps it gives our souls time to catch up.
“Teach us to number our days carefully,” Moses prayed, “so that we may develop wisdom in our hearts.”
The people of Israel moved when the pillars of fire or cloud called them to go. Then they stopped because God’s sign of His presence rested.
God knows we need that.
Take time, some of your valuable, precious time to waste away and enjoy the rest He gives.