Imperfect Prose - Impatient Hare?

I would never accuse myself of moving too fast. I feel large, sluggish and slow. Joint pain often restricts even the simplest of movements. Yet what I see and feel in my natural self does not hinder my spirit.

That spirit jumps, races, sprints. That same spirit is what my Lord looks at. To the surprise of my natural mind, He is asking me to slow down.

I am teaching you to wait on Me. This is not easy for you, not easy for any flesh.

Yet you do surrender, bit by bit, even as pasrts of you struggle to hold on.

Hold on instead to Me.

We have come far together, My little one, but there is more, so much more to come.

Sometimes you want to leap where only a small step will do. Trust that I already know the way, for I created the path.

Wait. Be still. Know that there is progress even so.

I can hear your voice, your "but Lord....." and ask again if you can simply trust Me.

Have I not yet proven to you that when there is a need to move quickly in your life I move very quickly indeed.

Speed is easy for you, My impatient hare. But there are times that do call for a tortoise pace.

I desire you at My side, step by step, not ahead of or behind Me.

Step by step by step - the Kingdom comes.





Stop by Emily's In the Hush of the Moon for more prose that is imperfect but very real.