Messages have evolved from the circumstance of isolation. Patience has pounded its drum in my inner being. The core beat has resonated with me. It routinely surfaces through subtle signs and reminds me to slow down. Through this evolving life story, I’ve begun to understand, now more than ever, the importance of rhythm. The universe has slowed to an idle. It’s engine calmly rumbles in its parking spot. I’m hesitant to hit the accelerator and move back into the world of racing, where speed is essential.
The slow and steady is restoring. It has unveiled the beauties we yearn to experience. The unhurried mornings sitting over breakfast. The neighborhood walks, where we genuinely experience our neighbors. Listening to soul-stirring music day after day. Encountering time with our Father. Each, an experience where God uniquely shows up. Moments where peace and life are found.
Let us not waste our pain, where sacrifices have sustained our communities, families, and self. Like a 69 Mustang, goodness begs for reconditioning. Hearts may be shined and souls tuned. With a recalibrated perspective, we can align our course away from the straight road, to the spiraling narrow one, where we appreciate the process and earn the result.
