A Prayer
Lord, help me to go slow enough that, when I smell roses, I can stop and linger. But quicken me, Lord, to move on when Your fragrance isn't there.
A rushed pace can cause me to totally miss Your blessings; but, likewise, so can a pace which is too slow.
Help me to be so attuned to Your pace that I will always move in the timing of the Holy Spirit, always walking in rhythm with what You are doing.
And help me to realize that roses may be hiding in some very plain-looking, everyday places...
© 2009 Arlene Schwartzkopf