In my passion and excitement, sometimes I talk too fast.
Over the years hanging about with people who talk for a living I have grown to really admire their ability to pace their talking. I don’t necessarily subscribe to the extended monologue, but I do note how people who talk can get their message across in the way they talk in a measured way. That’s not to say they are monotone or talk as if they’re going to send you to sleep. It’s just that whatever is so worth sharing about doesn’t need to be done in a hurry.
It’s a matter of pacing.
Elements around life make pressing demands. Things to do, people to see, issues to discuss, activities to implement and it’s all go, but it need not be at a relentless pace. My mentors have a similar habit of being keen to pay attention to godly wisdom when it comes to when to exert energy in activity and when to conserve energy. It’s not perfect, but it’s certainly a lot better than the alternative of being at the mercy of demands that if you’re not careful can send you into places that you do not want to go.
As my Dad showed me in his way of life, there’s no need to kill myself looking to please people by doing loads of things. I will die and there will still be things that need to be done. Far better to live to enjoy the gift of life and see the things done in a way pleasing to the God who gives rest as well as work.
It’s a matter of pacing.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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