walking slow
This island has a way of slowing you down.I even find myself walking slow. And I never walk slow. It is like I have an out of body experience watching myself sauntering along. And I almost laugh at myself. I already talk to myself in my head, so why not laugh too.Each step deliberate. Time to look. Knowing what is ahead will still be there if I am not there quite so quickly. It can wait. I can wait. Because I can wait on Him.
Even my moto ride to the doctor, slower, lower, closer to the sidewalk. Slower to see store fronts, down alleyways, into homes. Closer to people passing by. Slower to make eye contact. Closer to receive dumbfounded stares. Slower to receive smiles, warm at being seen. Closer, slower to see.Closer, slower to be seen. In seeing, being closer, slowing down...I am seen too.I don't like being seen yet I crave it all at the same time. Speeding on, speeding ahead I have the illusion of escaping. Yet there are those who see still. One Who always sees.One Who I can courageously entrust myself too because He is trustworthy. He sees anyway. I can let Him see me. I can slow my pace, slow my racing heart. Slow down.Maybe it's the heat. The sun pressing down that you can not escape. Stilling. Slowing. Maybe it's His heat pressing down on my heart and soul and mind. A heat that purifies and stills. Quiets with love rejoicing over.So I entrust myself to the One who is faithful. Place myself before Him. And go for a slow walk.
Images by Cameron Coker for Calvary Chapel Chattanooga Youth Group