What is pace? Well, simply put, it is the speed or rate at which something progresses or moves forward.
Lately, in my pursuit of self, I have been taking day-long trips to the surrounding forests of this land of enchantment. I get away to find Him and me.
The drive to Jemez is a two-way road that winds through the beautiful scenery where desert and forest intersect; Beautiful to gaze upon.
Driving at a speed that is required and safe I make my way to my desired destination. But of course, people want to go faster and so they pass me. And at first, this bothered me, as I wave a sarcastic “bye-bye “.
Annoying! Why do they have to pass me?
And then self-awareness wakes up my mind as it should…
So, the question is, why do you care if people pass you, Georgina?
And this is where the truth comes out.
So, I confess.
Because they have a faster pace and it makes me question mine!
I hate that! I do!
Then I realized the life parallels.
I am more aware of the pace of others than my own, but why am I? I know better than that??
People passed me multiple times as I kept the speed limit. With each pass, I let go, “it’s ok they are moving at their own pace.”
But what about my pace?
My pace is steady and safe. I don’t want to speed and I don’t want to pass by the things, that are worth my observation, so fast that I don’t appreciate the view.
It was then that I got the revelation!
My pace is right for me.
I am moving at my own speed at last and that is the most satisfying factor!
I’m moving. I can make progress, but I will not let those who rush and pass me to cause me to speed up and keep up to a pace that is not my own and is not my rhythm.
This road trip epiphany reminded me of the verse that says:
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.
I’ll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace….”
Matthew 11:28 The Message
I have a new rhythm of grace. You see there was a time in which the speed of my life got out of control, and I was tired and burned out.
My pace had stolen my peace and rest. I was so incredibly aware of the people around me and their own speed that I lost control of mine.
I lost my pace.
But God has taught me the rhythm of His grace. One that is my own. A life designed to ebb and flow from work to rest. Community to solitude.
The more I get to know who God is and His plan for my individual life, the more I get to know myself. I have found my pace and rhythm of grace, and that is right for me.
I thrill at big mountain tops and the steadiness of the valleys. He is with me in every turn I take. And my pace? Well, that’s our dance, the one that no one gets to cut into. A place where I am so personally loved known and accepted.
These are the chronicles; every little detail speaks and teaches valuable pieces of truth that in a moment change the paradigm and bring me into the rhythm of His grace.
I am glad you came along for this adventure.
Until next time remember God is in the details.