As a child, I was never really known for being patient.
Wait.
Who am I kidding? I’m still terrible at being patient. I get preoccupied. I get anxious. I mean, are you kidding me? I could be missing something.
I’m addicted to busyness. I’ll admit it. And, if you’re honest with me? You’re probably there as well.
There’s something to be said, however, about pushing back against the anxiousness and busyness of our culture and actually learning to be “OK” with just “being”. There’s a great discipline in committing to less and taking deep breaths allowing ourselves the reminder that there’s more to life than the “crazy” we all can all too often subscribe to.
Enter into the picture, Lent. It’s a season of reflection and journey. In the forty days of Lent, many commit to give up something. Lately, however, I’ve been stirred in a different direction.
I’ve actually been feeling of late that, to achieve more, I need to commit less. Makes perfect sense, right? I need to listen more, reflect more, and blog more. SO… there goes. More listening, more reflecting, more writing.
Not certain what each day will hold. Some may have content, others, maybe not. Here’s what I am committing to you, friends: to take the day and look for God. To actually begin the day by praying this prayer, “Lord, speak… for your servant is listening”.
And then? To listen.
To actually sit at the red light and do just that: sit and not grab my phone.
To cut back on the noise. Less “radio” while I drive. Sorry, “Spotify”, I’m actually going to sit at my desk and NOT jam to my “intense studying” soundtrack.
To push back on the empty calories of busyness in my life and actually savor the stillness and whispers of the Holy Spirit.
Ok.
So this is it. I’m doing it. Hitting submit on this post and making it public. If you’re reading this, I did it. I actually did it.
Ok. Less is more. Let’s go.