Good morning…
After reading our blog post entitled Journeying With Cancer, a friend pulled out the words above. “This paragraph especially ‘spoke’ to me today,” she wrote, “when I’m feeling frustrated with not being able to ‘keep up’ with my own expectations.”
Within the hour, another friend texted me the image below.
“Good morning,” she wrote. “I saw this and thought you might enjoy it.”
“Oh, I love this poem,” I replied. “‘Above all trust in the slow work of God… …accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.’ Trust. Accept. Such important verbs to live every day.”
Now, I rest with God in the middle of this night, and one word connects both of these texts from my two kind friends.
Slow. The small word is “slow’.
Every single one of us is slowly adapting to the slow work of God.
Whether we are journey with cancer or dealing with the impact of Parkinson’s, healing from the deep grief of losing a loved one or waiting for something we hope for, sensing a strange spiritual awakening or adjusting to the natural aging process, every single one of us is slowly adapting to the slow work of God.
“Above all trust… …accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.”
Meanwhile, friends, wait patiently… You see farmers do this all the time, waiting for their valuable crops to mature, patiently letting the rain do its slow but sure work. Be patient like that… (James 5:7-8, MSG).
…Sue…
