Pace yourself.
Have you ever said those two words to yourself? Pace yourself.
I have — and it’s usually a crazy mix of trying to slow myself down while also trying to make a lot of forward progress. So yes, I’m attempting to be patient with myself. I’m trying to take my time. But at the same time, I’m hearing this demanding voice in my head saying, “Get it done! Get it done now!”
I’m at odds with myself, mentally and emotionally — and sometimes even physically if I’ve worn myself out and kept pushing myself. What kind of pace is that?
There is something to this encouragement to Adopt the pace of nature. Pacing myself with patience allows for seasons of growth and rest. Of sowing and reaping. Of understanding that there is benefit to all of it: winter, spring, summer, and fall. Instead of fighting the less-productive times in my life, I can be patient with myself and realize this won’t always be the way of things. The speed of life will pick up again … if I will only be patient.
In Your Words: When has nature displayed a lesson of patience to you? What other lessons have you learned from nature?
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Coming from a farming background,(Not as a child but adult) I learned that there is a rhythm to life. You plant, you cultivate, you lay-by, then you harvest. That works for just about anything you do. Oh, and sometimes, there is a castrophe like drought, flood or snow and ice. Then you just wait. 🙂
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Pat: It’s wise that you mentioned that yes, there are seasons of drought, flood, snow or ice. It’s true in farming and true (metaphorically) in our lives. And those are times we have to wait. To trust. To know this is not forever. It is, indeed, a season.
I love the growth rings in trees, even sea shells, that record what is going on–years of abundant nourishment and much growth, and others of survival and slower growth. I love noting it in the foliage of evergreens, too–how long the needles are–all records of life happening and indications of its pace. God takes note and records such things.
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Such beautiful insight, Dee. “God takes note and records such things.”