Holding a Faithful Posture in a World That Asks for More
Lately, I’ve been noticing how often life asks for more without saying so directly.
Not always loud or obvious. More often it shows up in the pace of my days—in the expectation to move quickly.
What’s been most revealing is how easily that pressure shapes me. How urgency slips in without asking—through how I hold time, and ultimately the posture of my heart.
This space exists as a way of staying with that noticing. Not by stepping away from the life I’ve been given—its responsibilities, relationships, and limits—but by paying closer attention to how I’m being formed within it.
In that noticing, I’ve begun to feel a quiet reorientation. Toward presence rather than speed. Toward faithfulness that doesn’t need to be seen. Toward trusting that enough is already here.
I’m writing this and future commentary without conclusions. Only to hold the tension honestly, and to remain attentive to its cost.
More in time.