I was driving along the Mitchell Freeway in Perth on the weekend, wind blowing in my hair (having the car window down in mum’s Corolla is a cheap alternative to a convertible).
According to my speedometer I was doing the speed limit of 100 km per hour (that would be 62.1371192 miles per hour for my overseas friends).
For a moment I thought I was on a German Autobahn or the Top Gear test track. Vehicles were speeding past me like the proverbial bats out of hell.
I double checked my speedo. Yes, I was still doing 100 kph. So if that was the case and I was doing the speed limit then why did I feel like I was driving too slow. Why was I feeling guilty? Why was there a mounting pressure to drive faster? What was I? A tortoise?
There is a thing called the pace of life and it varies from country to country, city to city, person to person. Step out of Sydney into Fiji and you’ll see what I mean..bula bula.
In western society we can be prone to something called “hurry sickness”. Its a cool psychological term for “running around like a headless chook” (that would be chicken for my overseas friends).
I am becoming more aware of my internal speedometer. Without a doubt my sweet spot is an unhurried soul.
I haven’t mastered the art of marching to the beat of my own drum yet. But I do know that the first step to change is always awareness and I now know that just because others are travelling faster than me, it doesn’t mean I’m going too slow.
That quality that Christ had to pause in the midst of others’ storms is something we can all learn from. A pause rather than a reaction; a breath rather than a shout; a thoughtful reply rather than a hurried retort.
Love it Vicki – you never see Jesus rushing anywhere in the Gospels- even when other people wanted him to hurry up and heal their dying family members.
Just wish I could live like that.
Inspired by your blog
Thanks Pammy, appreciate your encouragement
So true, Vicki, enjoy the moment right now and everything God has in it. Our hurry will not get us ahead, more likely to just de-rail us. God can ‘teleport’ us to the front of the ‘queue’ any time he wants.
I love that! Beam me up Jesus
Thankyou Vicki your words of wisdom always reach me when I need them now thru a friend on internet.You always have been there doing God’s work in my life.So true.My husband and kids tell me I’m too slow and with everyone speeding past me maybe it’s true.I am building a health business and other’s build it faster I’ve seen. Now I realize I build it with God at my pace that is sustainable Looking forward to Nov 30.The more I try to be like everyone else the less effective my rushing is.Thankyou again.God Bless .Merry Christmas Paulette I’m going to talk to God in the quiet now.And breathe and enjoy the moment Looking forward to Nov 30
Thankyou for your encouragement Paulette. Us tortoises got to stick together.
Vicki! Gosh I miss you! I love it, “my sweet spot is an unhurried soul”… so true.
A reminder that it’s ok to stop… to simply ‘be STILL’ and know.
Love you x
Welcome to blog world Jo Jo. Love you too xx