I promised the Lord I wouldn't speed. Well, He had been prompting me for some time not to speed. Then I got a speeding ticket (almost 50 in a 25 zone...not good). So, now I don't speed.
Do you know what it takes to get to your destination at the time you want to be there? Frenzy. You have to push, shove and careen your way through side streets, freeways and intersections. Other drivers give you dirty looks (and sometimes more). Technically, you risk your life. And the lives of others, both drivers and passengers. You tend to really start to dislike other people when you drive this way; they're in your way.
But then the Lord told me to slow it down. Now I keep it to no more than five miles over the posted speed limit--it's a different world at speed limit pace.
Do you know what it takes to drive at speed limit pace? A physical, purposeful release of your feet off of the gas pedal. And when you obey the speed limit, you can't blame anyone else if you're late.
But here's the "crazy" part: haven't been as late when I follow the speed limit.
Again, it's almost as if God were trying to help me. Hmm...
It is pretty funny, though, now when I am headed to work or an appointment. Even if I am late, I don't speed, but plenty of cars around me drive dyslexically (you know, 52 in a 25 zone). It used to really hurt my pride. "Hey, I can drive as fast as you, too!" Or I'd try to keep them behind me as if to say, "See, you have to follow the speed limit, too!"
But then, I just let it go and became almost humorous to watch people lose their minds and risk their lives over getting in front of the car before them. What shocked me was that almost every time, we would all end up at the same stop light. Sometimes I have to keep from smiling. It's just so funny--here they've risked fines, their cars and their lives and all they got was a spot closer to the traffic light.
What's not funny, though, is when it was me!
Do you know what it takes to get to your destination at the time you want to be there? Frenzy. You have to push, shove and careen your way through side streets, freeways and intersections. Other drivers give you dirty looks (and sometimes more). Technically, you risk your life. And the lives of others, both drivers and passengers. You tend to really start to dislike other people when you drive this way; they're in your way.
But then the Lord told me to slow it down. Now I keep it to no more than five miles over the posted speed limit--it's a different world at speed limit pace.
Do you know what it takes to drive at speed limit pace? A physical, purposeful release of your feet off of the gas pedal. And when you obey the speed limit, you can't blame anyone else if you're late.
But here's the "crazy" part: haven't been as late when I follow the speed limit.
Again, it's almost as if God were trying to help me. Hmm...
It is pretty funny, though, now when I am headed to work or an appointment. Even if I am late, I don't speed, but plenty of cars around me drive dyslexically (you know, 52 in a 25 zone). It used to really hurt my pride. "Hey, I can drive as fast as you, too!" Or I'd try to keep them behind me as if to say, "See, you have to follow the speed limit, too!"
But then, I just let it go and became almost humorous to watch people lose their minds and risk their lives over getting in front of the car before them. What shocked me was that almost every time, we would all end up at the same stop light. Sometimes I have to keep from smiling. It's just so funny--here they've risked fines, their cars and their lives and all they got was a spot closer to the traffic light.
What's not funny, though, is when it was me!
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