Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Slow Down




“You are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one.

Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Luke 10: 40-42

I have grown up in a performance-based culture, and people in American even seem to delight in how busy they are, and how each day is filled to the brim with activities. 

I am being refined, and my views towards God and life in His kingdom are changing. 

So much of my life has spent being busy- busy with school, activities, and ministry.  As I have entered into a new culture I am really learning what ministry as a lifestyle looks like.  I am growing to love how life is lived so freely here in Greece, and how many people value relationships and family more than their own productivity or goals.  I can’t imagine meeting someone for the first time in America, and proceeding to spend several hours with them, just getting to know them and spending time with them.  Everyone I have met here has been so welcoming and so interested to learn and value what others have to say.  I am learning what hospitality looks like, what it looks to value others above yourself. 

As I have slowed down over the past month, I have noticed that moving through life more slowly allows us to get in touch with what your soul longs for—a deeper walk with Christ, and to experience His presence more fully. 

His yoke is easy and His burden is light, I forget this so many times.  God doesn’t want us to live our lives out of obligation, but out of love for Him.  Busyness does not equal effectiveness. I am learning to rest in Christ, to not miss out on what He has planned for my day, regardless of what I have on my to do list. 

Find joy in serving—not obligation.
Love others deeply, love them well.

“Hurry is the great enemy of spiritual life in our day.”- John Ortberg

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Bare Branches

" I suspected that all the yearnings for I knew not what that I had ever felt--when autumn leaves were burning in the twilight, when wild geese flew crying overhead, when I looked up at bare branches against the stars, when spring arrived on an April morning--were in truth yearnings for him. 

For God. I yearned towards Him."


-Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy