Some roads invite us to slow down. Not because we are failing. But because we are human.
The slow lane is a choice. An intentional shifting of pace. A quiet resistance against the tyranny of hurry.
In the slow lane, we notice things we missed before. The incline of the hill. The weight of the turn. The beauty hidden in ordinary stretches of road.
Slowing down does not mean quitting. It means paying attention.
So much of life is lost because we rush through it. We rush conversations. We rush meals. We rush grief. We rush joy.
And in our hurry to arrive, we miss the sacredness of the moment.
The slow lane teaches us patience. It reminds us that formation takes time. That healing cannot be rushed. That love grows best at a measured pace.
Choosing the slow lane means resisting distraction. Refusing to let the desired destination blind us to the gift of the present step.
God is not in a hurry. He is present. Faithful. Patient.
Sometimes the most spiritual decision we can make is to slow down.
To breathe. To notice. To trust that the journey—every turn, every stop—is held in His care.
And in the slow lane, we often discover what we were too hurried to see all along.
