Isn’t it interesting how just the right words come your way when you seem to need them most? I open letters from Grandmom on Saturdays and this week I was feel particularly run-down so I was ready for her well-chosen pick-me-up. And what do you know? She once again unknowningly provided a much needed reminder and prayer:
Slow Me Down, Lord
Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace. Give me, amidst the day’s confusion, the calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of singing streams that live in my memory.
Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep. Teach me the art of taking “minute vacations”.... slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to read a few lines from a good book.
Remind me of the fable of the hare and tortoise...that the race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than measuring its speed.
Let me look up at the branches of the towering oak and know that it grew slowly and well. Inspire me to send my own roots down deep into the soil of life’s endearing values...that I may grow toward the starts of my greater destiny.
Slow me down, Lord.
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