The digital numbers staring at me from my car clock remind me that school let out fifteen minutes earlier. And I’m still waiting for my son to appear through the front doors of the building.
Picking him up at 2:20 everyday marks routine in our(my) lives. I like to have my moments behave in an orderly fashion. Most of the time, my youngest finds his way quickly to the car within my ten minute expectation. In my mind, the task is checked off and I move on to the next engagement at hand.
As I watch the trickle of jr high kids out the doors, in all their humorous array of sizes, my son remains inside. “Where is he?” I ask myself as this tick mark on my day is trespassing onto a different time allotment. He is so slow…..
Eventually, he climbs into the car. “What took you so long?” I ask. His replies vary.
“Oh, sorry. I stopped in to say hi to Mr. Meyer (his 6th grade science teacher).”
“So and so needed help getting his locker open so I helped him.”
How do you find fault in that?
Eli finds it easy to be in the present. Once, a parent told me that she and her daughter would play a little game as they drove to school. They would compete to spot my son, who while walking to school, appeared oblivious to the world rushing by. Happily winding his way down the sidewalk, his demeanor provided a little inspiration to a hectic morning.
My kids recently reminded me of my own battle with slowing down. I have embraced the word “pause” as my goal this year. As Ferris Bueller once said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
That includes sensing nudges of the Holy Spirit.
Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning speaks most profoundly about the blessing of decelerating the speed of our moments:
“Earth’s crammed with Heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,…”
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