It started with a desperate prayer, “Lord unrush me.”
I stood at the sink trying to process the stabbing feeling in my chest. I had so much pulling at me, and really no time to enjoy any of it.
I found myself rushing my husband in conversation. Rushing my kids out the door. Rushing to the next thing and then the next. Rushing to make dinner and then rushing my people through dinner.
Exhaustion gnawed, deep places in my heart begging me to slow down, but how? I’ve made my decisions and now my decisions have made me.
Have you ever felt like you’ve set your life to the rhythm of rush? That simple prayer “Lord, unrush me” is a great place to start getting back that joyful, less frantic version of you.
