Mama always would say that we needed to slow down. As a teen, I played football and would sometimes run over in pads to band practice. Durning the spring, I would balance wrestling and band, plus public speaking.
During adolescence, I had this belief that if I worked a job, I’d somehow be more cool. Many of the kids at that time would shower right after football practice and get a ride to Burger King or McDonalds. I think some of them needed the money, while I just wanted to look cool.
This habit of stuffing as much as possible into my day has always been a part of who I am, but it is not the way to life.
Life isn’t supposed to be a 50 yard sprint; God never intended it to be. I’m always struck by images of gardening when thinking about life, yet we choose offices and 8 hour days, only to repeat it all week by week.
What if we chose to be creative even in the dissonance of the world?
What if we chose a new way of walking in our call, amidst busyness?
As I sit in bed, sick, I’m reminded that mama would always say “Your body will tell you when you need to slow down.” For a body that speaks, I’m grateful.