I’ve always been a slow walker. Actually, I take that back…if given the choice, I do everything at a snails pace. For instance, I make it a point to wake up at least an hour before my husband and children, so that I have the freedom to ease into my morning. When I cook a meal, I hate being in a hurry, it drains my creativity. When I sit with clients, I am constantly trying to slow the pace of our sessions. I am not the hare, I am the tortoise. Don’t get me wrong, if I need to be quick I have the ability, but it is not what comes naturally.
I realized this morning that the apostle John and I are kindred spirits:
6 And this is love, that we walk according to his commandments; this is the commandment, just as you have heard from the beginning, so that you should walk in it.9 Everyone who goes on ahead and does not abide in the teaching of Christ, does not have God. Whoever abides in the teaching has both the Father and the Son.
Most of the time I’m slower than the losing worm at The Woolly Worn Festival, so why do I seem to be in a hurry spiritually? My counselor would tell you that it stems from my story-always striving, taking too much of the responsibility, overwhelmed by the pressure to “keep the peace.”
So why has God continued to speak “Abide Hailey, just remain, just be still…walk with me.”? Because he knows me inside and out, he knows that for me to be at peace, to feel like myself, I must slow down, I must follow him. I must abide.
31 So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, 32 and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
God, I long to be your disciple. Search my heart, prune the vines that aren’t producing fruit. Remind me to trust you. Continue to teach me what it means to abide.