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Slow and Sweet

There is a point when making my hot tea that I must slow down. It’s the dreaded honey drip. The viscosity and sweetness of the natural sweetener takes time. Sure I could speed it up by microwaving the gold goodness but maybe there is a lesson in the wait. The aroma of the honey wafts up as it drips into my steaming tea. It’s a moment where I have a choice to enjoy savor the moment and watch it drip or if I’m rushing I could turn the bottle over before I start my kettle and then push it out quickly. The amazing lesson is that I have to decide at the beginning of my tea process which path I’m going to take. So this slowing down takes intention and decision.

This parallels my bible time, I can soak in the word and be intentional in my time or I can set it up before I go to bed and wake up to a programmed time with God. Lately I’ve been leaning into a space where I am slow with my intention, but that isn’t always true and hasn’t always been true and won’t always be true. But when I slow down and savor the word, savor the time, and inhale the aroma of God – He always has something to tell me, to show me and to teach me. The word awakens on the page with a gold shimmer just like the slow drip of that honey.

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