I need more margin. My old routine had margin built in.
Granted, it didn’t always stay where I put it. But it was there when I needed it, built in, ready for me to overflow into it when I had to.
But my new routine is no routine. It’s temporarily okay for urgent living. But I don’t breathe deeply in urgency.
I need open space living instead. With margin for the urgent. Room to breathe.
You’re moving so quickly I can barely catch my breath,
barely keep up.
Create open space around me, in me, to absorb all You’re doing, to sit still and drink You in. An expected space to absorb all the unexpected things that are happening.
You are good. Wise. Powerful. My open space is in your hands. Move me to it, in it.
Let me rest in You as worship to You.