Traveling is a most tedious activity. I am confined to a minimal space speeding along with a multitude of others in their own minimal space. My movements are restricted. I have no comfortable place to put my feet. Comfort in general is difficult to find.
Outside my window an interesting tree flashes by. A sparkle of color catches my eye and is gone. A nondescript sign silently states how far it is to the next something. A bland sign limits how fast I can travel. None speak of excitement.
Buildings. Hay bales. Fences. Fallen trees. Cows. Horses. A rare deer. A glimmer of water. All are observed in the briefest of moments.
The guard rail is a blur. There is no time to savor the uniqueness of anything. There is no time to appreciate the details. Rust roofed barns display only for a moment. Even the fluffy clouds have soon faded to nothing. One is replaced quickly by another.
Oh, how like my life traveling sometimes is. So many times I'm moving so fast I can't see the details. The joys are a blur, just a glimpse. It's here and now I've passed it by. The sound of my 2 year old daughter's laughter. The seriousness of my son at work with building blocks. The touch of my spouse at the end of a day. The moments come, I see it but I don't get to savor the details.
O, that I would take the time to savor the details. I should make a conscious decision to feel, taste, smell, hear, and see the details of sitting on the couch watching a movie with my love. I want to deliberately absorb all that God has to share with me on this journey of life. I must stop traveling too fast.
(Father God, how I want to know You on the journey. I want to feel all that You have for me. I want You. Keep me from traveling too fast to know and love You with all my heart and soul. I praise You! In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.)
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I LOVE THIS. You have such a way with your words...thank you for what you write. I enjoy your posts so much. Allison
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