My whole life, I’ve “done.” I’ve become an absolute master at words ending in “ing.
Writing. Studying. Talking. Consulting. Designing. Performing. Executing. Singing. Reading. Journaling. Calling. Moving. Exercising. Running. Excelling. Creating. Searching. Working. Inventing.
...DJing.
Man. That’s a lot of INGing.
The past couple of weeks, I’ve felt like I really need to drop the entire charade. It’s part of a much larger chipping that’s happening in my life but it’s no less monumental in how I’ve approached life for 30+ years. Doing is what I do. And doing it with intentionality and focus is why I excel. So, if I’m not doing what I do, and excelling in that doing, what value do I have?
Yeah. I’m kind of a mess right now.
But the great thing about messes is that the clean up typically results in a shiny new floor, and I will say that I’m getting some good glimpses of what could be as I break open that package of paper towels and begin to mop up. I like the potential.
This round of mess started when I kinda threw God this question of what am I if I’m not “doing things,” not expecting much in return. After all, he did give me a body, and a brain, and a handful of talents. I think I’m supposed to figure it out.
After some awkward silence and feeling His palm slamming into my chest while I continued to push forward at a unsustainable speed (ouch), a new list formed.
Stopping. Breathing. Pausing. Kneeling. Surrendering. Loving. Listening. Resting.
… Being.
Alright. Message received.
If this is resonating with you in any way, I’d love to listen. Leave a comment or shoot me a text at 208-455-0887 and let me know I’m not the only one that God is calling to slower paces and more intentional living. –Kevin