linger

Ever feel eaten alive by the rat race?
Consumed by the fast pace of schedules and commitments?
Our culture has been switched into fast forward
and it's all we can do to hold on.


We fast track school.
Food.
Correspondance.
Dating.
Research.
Information.
Friends.
Everything is at the touch of our fingers.
Portable.
Accelerated.
Efficient.

And the irony is that despite all the time we save,
we have no time...


The downfall of the convenience of expediacy is

we

no longer

know

how

to






wait.




In life.
In lines.
With our plans.
With people.
Relationships.
It's now or never.
And if it doesn't come in 5 minutes or less
we fidget.
We sigh.
We leave.

There is a beauty
that can only be found
when you linger.
When you choose to shut out everything
and stop
in a moment.
In space.
In time.
When you allow something
the time to develop.


Linger.
This was the word that came
in a moment of reflecting on God.
With God.
It came inconveniently,
in the pull of all I needed to accomplish
with the limits of time.
Isn't that always the case?
The wrestling of investing our time
in what we will lose
over what is eternally ours?
The temptation of unbalancing our priorities
in the favour of our "To Do" lists?

Linger.
It's invitation came quietly...

Don't rush to your schedule.
Don't rush through this song.
Linger.
Choose Me
over all you have to do
and all that overwhelms...
Your responsibilities.
Other's expectations.
Your meager efforts to try and hold things together.

Let Me meet you here.
Give Me time.
Time to heal.
Time to comfort.
Time to speak.
Time to move.
Time with you.

Good things come to those who wait.
Wait for Me.
Wait with Me.
Wait to see the plans and purposes I have for you
unfold.
My gifts come wrapped...

Linger.
Do not rush from My presence.
Allow it to work it's course in your spirit.
To renew.
Rebuild.
Restore.
To accomplish the infinitely more
that you hope for.
Be changed in it.
Be changed by it.

I will not beg.
I will not force.
The invitation is open.
The choice is yours.