A Reminiscent Longing For Slowness

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Get off the hamster wheel for a moment, and take a trip with me down memory lane.

Start with a breathtaking sunrise just over the rooftops–red, gold, purple, and pinks all mixing together and changing as you watch. Feel the cool morning air as you take a deep, relaxing inhale. Hear the jingling of cowbells in the distance, mixed with the sound of chattering from a nearby river. Smell the faint touch of fresh coffee in the air, wafting up from the patio below. You breathe in deeply again. There are no pressing places to be this morning–no immediate deadlines to keep. Just a moment to enjoy.

Tonight, I am longing for this slowness to return back to my life. I long to wake up in our familiar European surroundings–if even just for one day–and drink deeply the sights and sounds around me. **sigh**

I miss the land that we grew to call “home.” I miss the slowness of life over there.

A quaint town somewhere in the Alsace region of France

It’s hard to explain fully the photographs and remembrances in my mind, but I never want to forget.

And then I am reminded that even the most beautiful memories will not compare to the moment that we truly arrive at Home–our Heavenly home. This is all a shadow of something much, much greater.

And if the shadow is sometimes breathtaking, how much more glorious the real image must be….

“However, as it is written: ‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived, what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)

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