Slow down, you move too fast. Got to make the morning last.

I recently got my car engine fixed to the tune of $500. For the last month I’ve been driving in a car that didn’t accelerate. Literally. Pedal to the metal—nothing. It took me a good 30 seconds to go from 5 to 50mph, which on paper sounds pretty good. Not so much. The sad part is, not being able to drive fast made me realize how hurried people are. While merging onto the highway, oversized SUVs and semi trucks left me in the dust like nobody’s business. As a result of my sluggish pace, I was often plagued with honks and dirty looks. One time I even got honked at for letting a pedestrian cross the street while I was making a right turn. Geesh.

I couldn’t help but think, what’s the rush? Sure, I’ve been late to work before and in a hurry to get where I’m going. But lately I’ve been wondering why we tear around like crazy as if we never have enough time to do anything, go anywhere, talk to anyone. Consequently, I’ve decided to make a more conscious effort to slow down in all areas of my life. Easier said than done, but I think it’s worth the effort.

Brings to mind a childhood song I remember singing with my mom:

Have patience, have patience, don’t be in such a hurry
When you get impatient, you only start to worry
Remember, remember, that God is patient too
And think of all the times when others had to wait on you.

Slow down, take a deep breath, and be well. Grace and peace, Carolyn