I love how everything in France centers around events and people, not time. Last night, Summer was suppose to have a meeting at 5-- it did not start until 7:15. In the states, the meeting would have been cancelled since something would have followed for either party. It is like in Under the Tuscan Sun when the Italian man spends the whole day with the main character. At the end of the day, she asks him, "Didn't you have plans today? Things to do?" His reply is, "When you find something good, you follow it, hold onto it until it lets you go." I do not think I am called to this place, but I do love it and want to hold onto these moments forever.
Why are we so preoccupied with time in the states? Why do we fill our days so full that there is hardly room to breathe? I think sometimes I run into good things, but I am so preoccupied by my watch that I miss them or let them slip by without noticing. One of my prayers on this journey has been for divine appointments and an attentiveness to the Lord's leading and guiding my steps. Maybe disgarding the clock is often one of the first steps towards surrender.
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