In a past life, I built websites for authors. One client is seared in my memory because of the contrast between content and person. Their book was an exquisite exposition on peacefulness and composure; their presence boiled with hurry and angst.

Today I feel like that author.

This week’s content theme is ​“Practices for slowing down and embracing God with us.”

Nathan Foster’s delightful conversation with writer Mark Buchanan is about the spiritual practice of taking unhurried walks with God. 

A new article from Melanie Gillgrist shares how she relates to the Israelites who attempted to gather tomorrow’s manna: ​“I rushed ahead trying to gather more. More than will truly nourish… And it got wormy and smelly, and I became distracted and off-center. His manna is enough. He is enough.”

In a feat of ridiculous irony, I edited both of those pieces in a hurry.

This week’s to-do list makes slowing down seem impossible, or at least irresponsible. Deep down I know it won’t all get done. But I lie to myself: if I can work with enough efficiency, the list will be conquered.

This lie creates a knot in my chest and a felt distance from God. I’m sprinting; God, the steady walker, has been left in the dust. Soon enough, God will catch up and graciously offer assistance — when I’m on the side of the road, hunched over with exhaustion and trying not to retch.

Unless I choose to slow the pace.

And I can choose this.

It’s an option.

Even today.

I’m attempting it now … with … each … keystroke.

Not a strained effort but a yielding, an agreement with reality: that the list won’t get done, that people will be let down, that limitations aren’t enemies, that walking is wise.

I think I hear the footfalls of Jesus catching up to me. Over my shoulder I see his face; it bears no sign of disappointment.

That’s enough for now. It’s beautiful today in Virginia and I’m going for a walk.

Peace and every good,