The Slow Day

Today has been a slow day for me. I have felt slow. I have talked slow, walked slow, thought slow. Everything I've done has been slow, even my process of making the bed, was slow. I did a load of laundry; it was slow. I walked down to check on the kids, it was slow. The kids and their friends played here at our house for most of the day, it all felt slow. This is the first day in several that we didn't go anywhere, we just stayed home. The first day that I stayed still, and it felt kind of nice to be slow, steady, and quiet. The neighbors took all the kids swimming and I took a nap. Then, I woke up and read my Bible, it was peaceful and quiet. I stayed on my bed, the dogs at my feet and I found myself wishing that it could last much longer than possible.
So, I've decided to pray for more slow days, to be happy about the quiet pace of rest. I felt like I had to rest, but I'm going to look at it as a gift, because it really has been. Sometimes I just get going and I don't stop. My down time is sweeping the floor or throwing in a load of laundry or making food. Today, down time was a nap and reading, it was good.
Jesus, thank you for this reminder. Thank you for giving me slow so that I had to pace myself today. Thank you for giving me a glimpse of You and reminding me that You did not race around, but walked from here to there and stopped to talk and visit. Say That Again, Jesus, be slow and steady and remind me to rest IN your heart.