"Just two seconds ... if I'd heard that just two seconds earlier I would be sailing down the side roads right now."
My heavily perspiring palms nearly slipped off the wheel when I found my first chance to change lanes and exit the interstate. A momentary sigh of relief came as I broke free from the sluggish traffic and whisked onto the side road. I knew just which way to go; unfortunately everyone else had already ingeniously decided to do the same thing. Everyone coming into town from the north was now sitting still. I thought to myself ... if I had only planned better ... if I hadn't gone back in ... if only I had given myself an hour and ten minutes. There's no way I'll make it on time now. This will surely effect the whole day. This is going to be a long ...
Before I could finish my thought, it was drowned out by the escalating rain shower. After what seemed like two hours, I pulled into the parking lot. The clock on the dash said 8:10. I pulled underneath an awning and swallowed hard as the producer of the project walked over to my car.
"I am so sorry for being late. The traffic was horrendous. I'm just so sor ..." I smattered.
"You're not late. It is five minutes before eight. You're the first person here. And besides, our client's plane was delayed because of all the rain. You might want to check your clock."
I looked down and remembered that I had intentionally set my car clock for fifteen minutes fast so that I would never feel anxious going to work!
That afternoon, after a good day at work, I walked in the door, grabbed a cold glass of ice tea, and plopped down on the couch with the most confident intention of taking a relaxing, cozy nap. For the first time in months, I gave myself permission to let go and simply "spend time." It was wonderful.
I awoke to my surprise with my toddler standing in front of me, nose to nose. He wasn't sure what to think of Mom not rushing around the house in the afternoon.
"Just restin', honey." I quickly realized what he'd been doing when I raised up and found his tennis shoe Velcro-ed to my hair. Hands to his face, he giggled, "I gotchoo."
That day God got me too. I was reminded just how much we need Him in every little thing that we do and just how much He does guide us despite ourselves. We try to depend on our ability to "beat the clock" and "beat the system." In the process, we just "beat ourselves up." Where would we be without him?
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? (Matthew 6:26-27)
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