Move Slowly
Father in Heaven,
May we move slowly in this Advent season
And in a countercultural cadence
Trust that the One we wait for
Is the One we wait with.
May our rhythms of relationship
Be shaped this season
By lingering and savoring slow moments
Of becoming and belonging.
May our rhythms of work
Realign to a holy pace
That honors the shortened day
And the limitation of light.
May our rhythms of rest
Value the deep work of dormancy;
Where our bodies and brains
Learn from the sacred stillness
Of Your creation.
May our rhythms of rootedness
Grow beneath surface interactions
With our neighbors and in our neighborhoods.
May we uncover the hidden heart
Of the places we live, learn, and lead.
May our rhythms
Move slowly
In this season.
And may our slowing
Be an embodied prayer
That the One we wait for
Is the One we wait with.
