As it is for many, the first day of school is here for the Nations household. It is a new first for us as Cole begins his educational career in Kindergarden. Hard to believe. Everyone was excited and ready to go. Should be a great first day. Go Rangers!
Monday evening, Cole was leading our prayer at dinner. He finished the prayer with a carefully pronounced "A-men". No more could we open our eyes and raise our heads when he added, "I will never say 'ah-men'. That wouldn't be right. Those are nuts." (It took us a second to realize he was thinking of 'almonds'.)
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?