Simplicity

It seems to me that simplicity is not something that is easily come by these days. My best friend recently wrote a blog entry about her car crossing the 100,000km mark and related it to those milestones in her life that she has missed and those she has recognised.

I just spent an hour cleaning off my desk at work. It's something I do on a weekly basis, it seems, and I think it's an indication of how complex my job is. In other words, a messy desk = a busy job.

I also just moved house. I have a lot of stuff, and I am hoping to get a number of things gone as I unpack. My legs, back, arms, etc. - my whole body, it seems - is in pain. I think it's an indication of how desperately I need to simplify my life. Physical pain = a full life.

My busy job and my full life tend to obscure my faith. I don't mean that I forget my faith, or that I don't bother about God. I'm definitely always a Christian, and I do still spend time thinking about and even talking to God.

But I think my life and my job are both so complex that I miss the milestones each day - I miss God talking to me, I miss the chances that he gives me to just sit and exist in his presence.

I need to slow down, simplify my life and my job. It gets overwhelming, this constant movement that is in my life and in my brain. While God made me as I am, I think it is still my responsibility to slow down a bit here and there. Observe the speed limits a little more carefully. Accept that other people in the world aren't always on the same page I am, and enjoy the time that can give me to move through life at a calm, respectful pace.

Did I just say respectful?

Yes, respectful. Respectful of God's creation (including myself!) and of others' comfortable speeds.

Eventually I may grow to like slowness and simplicity.