Slow Saturday mornings have become some of the most precious moments of my week.
Did I have places to go today? Yes. Did I have things to do today? Also yes. But these early morning moments have become something sacred to me, and I am learning to be protective of them. Why?
They revive me.
They remind me that the point of life is not to get somewhere fast or first, no matter what Ricky Bobby says.
They reshape my mind to actively engage in only the present moment.
They bring rest to my running soul.
They refocus my heart and my mind and my life on the One I am walking purposefully towards.
If your first thought right now is, "Gosh I doubt any kind of morning could do anything for me but make me want coffee or to go back to sleep." First of all, same because yes I always have coffee and I often start off wanting to go back to sleep. Second, I hope you know that the power and the sacredness of these mornings do not lie in the morning itself.
“The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” - Isaiah 40:28-31
Y'all, these moments are powerful and sacred because they are moments spent with my Maker. The God who is everlasting, who's understanding is unsearchable, and who increases the strength of the exhausted. I sit often with the Bible, sometimes with a book or journal, and sometimes with nothing more than my coffee cup. There are no guidelines here, just moments to remember how much I need Jesus, how grateful I am for grace, how soul-tending it is for me to read a book, or how much joy I have truly found in the Lord.
If I could ask you one thing today it would be this: Do you have a slow Saturday morning?
It doesn't have to be a Saturday or even a morning, but do you have a time where you can slow down and recognize the Lord working in your life? No agenda, no to-do list, no phone, no other people. Just you and God, and maybe a book sometimes. If you have your own version of this, I would love to hear about it.
If you haven't yet found this space for yourself, I hope you will begin to find your own slow Saturday mornings. Pick up your Bible, a book, a pen, or a paintbrush. Or maybe don't even pick anything up at all.
Maybe all that's needed is that you bring you, and then let God bring God.