I'm sitting in my office this morning taking a moment to slow down (and write this post). I got in a little late this morning due to the traffic and the rain, so I hit my chair running (can you do that?). I fired off a few docs, put the finishing touches on some graphics and registration forms, zipped down the hall to pick them up from the printer and deliver them to their intended recipient. I cruised back down the hallway and prepared to slam back into my seat to tackle the next "to do" when I thought, "Whoa, big fella. What's the rush?"
I am wired to hurry. Even when I'm not in a hurry...I'm in a hurry. No major deadlines looming, no outside pressure, nothing urgent...I'm just in a rush. And when I rush, I find that I'm less attentive to others, less patient, more uptight, and less able to listen to and respond to God.
So...today I'm slowing down. The earth will still spin, our world will rage on, but I'm kicking things down a notch. I think that's what God would have me do. What about you?
