When God Slows You Down

I used to want life fast.

Fast favor. Fast answers. Fast results.

I believed the world was mine and everything in it—and if I desired it, surely I should have it. Especially if God told me it was mine.

I’m naturally action-oriented. I move before I think. So when God revealed my calling, I did what felt right in the moment—I told Him, “Thanks, I got it from here.”

That was the biggest mistake of my life.

In 2020, I launched my version of what God showed me. Not His. Mine.

And as quickly as it started, it crumbled.

If only I had slowed down.

If only I had sat with the vision, meditated, and continued seeking His face.

If only I had waited for God's timing instead of rushing into mine.

But oh—there is such blessing in the wait.

In the stillness, God matured me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

I used to live day by day, always reaching, always wanting, always moving—rarely pausing. And then, one day, I finally did. I looked around, and for the first time, I saw it. This is it.

This moment.

This grace.

This care.

God had been carrying me the whole time.

I’ve learned what healthy solitude feels like.

I’ve learned what unhealthy solitude feels like.

I’ve unlearned tactics disguised as peace and found the only true source—Him.

God has literally slowed down my entire life. And in that slowness, He gifted me things I never asked for. A husband. A child. A life that feels steady and sacred.

I never wanted stability.

But now I see that peace isn’t the absence of movement—it’s the presence of God in every moment.

He slowed me down to show me how to walk with Him, not ahead of Him.

So if you feel delayed, stuck, or still—maybe, just maybe, you’re right where you’re supposed to be.