Lord let me let you love me slow. Sometimes I think about how slowly the world wakes up. The contrast between alarm clocks and bright lights and the twittering birds and slow lighting of the sky. It takes an hour for the sun to rise and to set. It’s a reminder to me that You are not in a hurry. Neither are you in a hurry for me to become perfect. You are content to commune with me in my brokenness. You seek intimacy with me rather than perfection from me. So let me embrace the slow knowing, the gentle turning, of my broken spirit to Your wholeness.