Stopping. Epilogue.

ChoicesIf you were here yesterday, you know that I was heading to do some premarital coaching. I wrote the post, changed clothes, went to my computer and scheduled it, and then checked my email to make sure the couple had our address.

They did.
And the appointment was scheduled 30 minutes later than I thought.
I had an unexpected half hour to stop, to be still.
Or did I have an extra half-hour to work on the pile of undone projects? Did I have 30 minutes to spend on browsing your lives? Did I have time for a nap?
Rather than be paralyzed by indecision or be frantic in the time, I stopped.
I wrote an email to a friend, reflecting on a couple things I had just learned. I wrote an email to Nancy, laughing at myself. I sat still. I slowed down.
So, if you had a bonus 30 minutes, an extra hundred words,  a snow day, a time when Jesus looked at the storm raging around you and said, “Peace”—if you had the opportunity to stop, what would you do?
Could you be still?

2 thoughts on “Stopping. Epilogue.

  1. Renee Storey

    Just the lifting of the burden of the lifting of overwhelming business makes me stop and appreciate the elegance of God’s ability to make time when there is none, put money in an account that was empty, or provide a friend at the perfect moment of loneliness. I think that the awe and wonder of it stun me into stillness sometimes. And every time, the world goes on and nothing crashes and whatever seemed so important a moment ago is put in its place. So why am I so hardheaded that I don’t ALWAYS ask for God’s planning of my day instead of planning it without Him? Why do I stress about bills instead of asking for help? Why do I sit around feeling sorry for myself instead of asking for a friend with a few minutes for me? God must spend a lot of his time just shaking his head at us, pounding our heads against the wall instead of using the doors he has provided.


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