Cultivation takes a long time. I see how many years it has taken me to add and subtract things from my life to make it more in alignment with what it was created to be. It just doesn’t happen overnight. It all has been work and that takes time. People are so hurried these days. Being busy is a goal some people set for themselves. It matters little what one is busy at…just so one is busy doing something. I am not like that and I’m not sure I ever have been. I like process and enjoy the time that process takes. Being fallow is often just as important as being fruitful. While I live with intention, I don’t live driven. I make time for what is important and to me that is simply being available to the moment at hand. It’s strange to watch people make themselves busy and then complain about how busy they are…as if there is some award to be won by being busy or some guilt erased because we are too busy to do something we know we should do. God never seems driven or rushed and he certainly does more than anyone else I know. He works in time and in season.
I feel very productive at times, but it has very little to do with what I was doing. It had more to do with my BEING. When I am cloistered with God, people respond to the love that pours out of me through no effort of my own. It is truly God in me. I feel easy and that is what people respond to. I have heard about being an empty vessel and at times I experience it. It is nothing I can manufacture, or even be trained in. It is simply tending the soil of my soul and planting the right seeds and allowing God to work it all through.
God is in the details, not just the end product. He isn’t driven by profit or production deadlines. He’s a process intender. How things get done is as important as getting things done. My times are in his hands. That is my sense of security and peace. That is the peace of attending to what needs to be attended to.
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