“…in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.”
“Whatcha doing? God asked.
“Fixing the garden fence,” I said, as I hammered another nail into the post.
“That’s quite a fast swing you have there,” God said, as He peered over my shoulder.
“Uh huh. I’m sorta in a hurry,” I replied. I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. “I’ve got to write this afternoon.”
“Will you be in a hurry then?”
“I guess. I’m eager to get the new book done,” I explained.
“When you hurry your mind it doesn’t go any faster, “God said. “In fact, it stops. You’ll be more creative and productive if you slow down and relax. Let your mind go. Let it wander. It will take you where you need to go,” He assured me. “With everyone in a hurry these days, it’s a wonder that anyone utilizes the talents I’ve given them.” (I could have sworn I heard Him sigh right then.)
“Yeah, we’re all feeling crunched for time,” I said as I drove the last nail deep into the wood. I stood up and looked around at the garden. The sunflowers were just starting to bloom. The tomatoes sported little yellow blossoms that bobbed on the breeze. Beans reached up and wrapped around a trellis, pulling themselves up from the damp earth.
“Those plants aren’t in a hurry,” God pointed out to me. “They take the fullness of the time I’ve given them to produce. Take your time, Sparrow. Take your time.”
I walked to the gate and pushed it open. I felt the sun on my face. I felt the expanse of the day and the abundance of everything I needed.
“I’ll take my time, Father,” I said and slowly closed the gate behind me. “Yes, I’ll take my time.”
I hope that you will take your time, too.