How do you do it? How do you keep pace? How do you find time to recharge, to renew, to recreate? They told us it would get easier. The more technologically advanced we get, the more time we’re supposed to save, right?
We’re tired. We’re overwhelmed. I pulled up behind a guy in a truck recently. His windows were tinted so I couldn’t really see him. The light changed to green and he didn’t move. I did what you’re supposed to do in such situations. I blew my horn. Didn’t work. The light cycled again. He still didn’t move. Traffic was starting to pile up. I got out of my car and walked up to the truck to see if there was a problem. The man was leaning back into his seat. I couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive. The doors were locked so I knocked on the window. He jumped. I asked him if he was okay. He waved me off. He had fallen asleep at the wheel while waiting for a light.
I’ve seen some strange things in Atlanta traffic, but this was a first. I’ll never know the full story but it struck me – this guy was so tired he couldn’t stay awake while he was sitting at a light.
I’m no expert in time management, but even I know you can’t run full speed all the time. There is a reason God worked for six days and rested on the seventh. Our bodies, our minds, our hearts need refreshment and restoration.
How do you do it? How do you carve out the time and space to keep going? What are we missing when we can’t dial it back a bit?
William Burch wrote about the time his three year-old daughter asked him to go out in their backyard so they “could take a walk, daddy.” He had a lot on his mind, a lot on his plate, and little time for such things, but he knew she wouldn’t let him off the hook. They walked hand in hand around the back yard. She pulled on his hand, “You’re going too fast, daddy.” Her little legs couldn’t keep up with his stride. He slowed, then he stopped – she had dropped his hand and was bending over next to a blooming azalea bush. “What’s that daddy?”
She was pointing to something in the bush. He saw the movement that caught his daughter’s eye. “Oh, that’s a bumblebee,” he replied. He looked at his watch, ready to move on with this little excursion … but she wasn’t ready.
“What does a bumblebee do?” He’d never given that much thought. He started watching this amazing creature – the one that’s not supposed to be able to fly according to physics experts. He saw a fuzzy, squat bee buzzing from bloom to bloom, and forgot for a few moments his busy schedule.
He commented on the experience: “Through my daughter’s eyes, I truly saw a bumblebee for the first time in many years. My adult destination was forgotten during a moment of grace as we knelt together in open-eyed prayer and praise.”
Too poetic or dramatic for you? Take a walk.