Showing posts with label Slow Down. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slow Down. Show all posts

Why a Ticket Made Me SO Mad


I got a speeding ticket on Monday.

Coming back from a PT appointment, of all things.

I'm taking care of myself, for pity's sake, and I get slapped with this?!?

"Yes, Sir, I knew I was going 45."

"No, Sir, I did not realize the speed limit in that area is 30."

Well, so much for my new shoes. 

No spring dress this year.

Kiss 'good-bye' Valentine's Day dinner and a movie...again.

(As usual, balancing the family budget when something "unexpected" comes up means that all the fun gets sacrificed to pay for the obligations.)

I was mad at the officer.

Mad at myself.

I considered throwing a full-out tempter tantrum but was too tired to muster up the energy.

Why not "replace baditude with God's word and gratitude"?

Phooey.

I would have, could have, and should have.

Except that I really wanted to stay mad.

When I got home to an empty house, I was frustrated that I couldn't "share" my "good news" with Daniel.  

So I started to text my daughter...

Stop.

Why do I want to share my foul mood?

Phooey.

I headed to Facebook.

Wrote up a funny / sarcastic / cynical description of my tragedy.

Was about to hit "Post"...


Stop.

Why am I trying so hard to play the victim?

What truth am I trying so hard to avoid?

His parting words.

Two words.

Ricocheting inside my thick skull and then speeding to my heart--

a heart gone deaf to God's repeated pleas,  

now pierced by a stranger's command:

SLOW. DOWN.


Your Turn:
  • What situations make you so mad you just want to stay mad and make everyone else mad with you?
  • If you've ever had a speeding ticket, how did you react?  
  • How has God spoken to you through an unlikely messenger lately?
  • Anything else on your heart!




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Touch & Go vs. Hide & Seek

I wrote this blog post on March 27, 2010. I'm sharing it here as originally written, ending with a P.S. in which I reflect on how God's been working with me in the almost 2 years since!

Ruthlessly Eliminating Hurry


"We are ruthlessly eliminating hurry from our lives!"

Annemarie and I use this mantra as a semi-serious, semi-sarcastic reminder when one (or both!) of us goes into serious overdrive.

I'll be striding through the house, frustrated that I'm running late, and she'll gleefully chirp, "Remember, Mom, we are ruthlessly . . . "

SIGH. 

 S-l-o-w d-o-w-n.

The spiritual discipline of an "unhurried life" does not come naturally to me. I'm a Type A. Choleric. A human do-ing.


Touch and Go

As a result, my devotional life can best be described as touch and go. Read a verse and run.

How ironic, even oxymoronic, is that? Devotion means "profound devotion and attachment" which requires time

Tarrying. 

Lingering. 

Dwelling.

This morning, as I sat with Psalm 27, listening for God's Word to me, two things jumped out at me.

From verse 5a, "For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle..."

If a king as powerful as David recognized his need to hide, why do I stubbornly persist in trying to "go it alone"?

And from verse 8, "My heart says of you, 'Seek his face!' Your face, Lord, I will seek."

I love the emotion, here! David doesn't say, "The logical choice is to..." No way! This isn't his head talking. He's seeking his heart's desire.


Hide and Seek

David's willingness to "hide and seek" contrasts sharply with my misplaced time and energy. All too often, I touch my Bible for a few miserly minutes, and then go do the Type A dash, frittering away my time (and energy!) on task after task.

Through the Psalms, I am learning to s-l-o-w d-o-w-n.

To hide in -- and invest time dwelling on -- God's Word.

And to seek my heart's desire (which I will not find by dashing from task to task!) in the One who invites me to dwell with Him. 

To hide. 

And seek.


P.S. Almost 2 Years Later

I remembered this blog post as I drove to speak to a MOPS group in Monterey this morning. 

Two years ago, as I was making the exact same drive, a tractor pulled out in front of me and went 20 miles per hour in a 45 mph zone. 

For 3. whole. miles.

I fussed. 

I fumed. 

I just about exploded with Choleric hurry-up energy. 

It's not that I was in any danger of being late. I'd left with plenty of time to spare. I just hated having to wait!

I'd love to tell you that I've been miraculously cured of my Type-A tendencies. But you wouldn't believe me. And I'm not sure that being "cured" is the goal.

More like tempered.

I’ve been making more conscious choices to downshift. 

And my husband has been quoting Megamind -- "Who are you?" -- a lot in the last year or so as he's seen me...

  • ...taking the slow lane...on purpose. 
  • ...lingering...rather than leaping to the next task.
  • ...dwelling during early morning devotion time...truly hiding and seeking. 
So today, I'm praising God for imperfect progress toward becoming more even-tempered. 

Your Turn:
  • Which better describes your devotional life:  “touch and go” or “hide and seek”? Why?
  • In what area of your life would you like to “ruthlessly eliminate hurry”?
  • Anything else on your heart!


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“I’m gonna have to leave tomorrow's blog post blank,” I told Daniel.

“Why?” he asked.
“Day 15’s word is patient!”
“Oh.”

Two Things I Know + a Story
I know two things about being … er… becoming patient.
And I have a story that illustrates both.
#1 Thing I Know About Becoming Patient
I need to Slow Down. 
Leave earlier. Attempt less. Handle dishes carefully. Avoid furniture corners.
Much of my impatience is caused by being in such a hurry with a such a long checklist!
And my hurry causes speeding tickets...which cost precious money (which took time to earn.) 
My hurry causes broken glass...which takes time to clean up. 
My hurry causes bruises...which hurt and take time to heal. 
My Choleric friends and I are trying to live by a new mantra:  “We are ruthlessly eliminating hurry from our lives!”
Trying.
(Oh, so trying!)
#2 Thing I Know About Becoming Patient
I need to Be Still. 
As in “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10a)
As in: First be still, so that you can know that I am God. 
God never withholds himself from me. 
But when I am am still, I am open to knowing him. 
(And vice versa.)
The Story


Eight years ago, Daniel and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary by running off to a lovely B&B in Big Bear Lake, California. 

After feasting on waffles and omlettes the first morning, we sat together on the porch swing. 
Well, physically we were together.
My mind was elsewhere. In Choleric over-drive, it was making a mental list of everything we could accomplish: 
We're up early (I hate sleeping in -- such a waste of time!) so we have a good head start on the day. If we get a move on, we can get to the local zoo when it opens, hit the shops by 11:00 AM, have lunch just after noon, check out the nature center in the early afternoon, rent canoes around 3:00 PM, and then . . . 
My mental hamster wheel screeched to a halt as Daniel pulled me close in an affectionate hug. Heaving a sigh of utter contentment, he said, "It's so peaceful and quiet. I'd be perfectly happy just sitting right here all day long."
I froze in fear. No, make that terror
"Peaceful" and "quiet" were bad enough. 
But far more ominous were those three little words: 
"all. day. long." 
After a decade-and-a-half of matrimony, I knew Daniel meant what he'd said. 
And I didn't have to check my watch or do math on a napkin to realize that I'd just been sentenced to nine hours of "sitting right here." 
I wonder if I can leave him here all day while I go... did cross my mind. (I discarded the idea when I thought of his friends ribbing him, "So you took the little woman to a fancy B&B, and she left you to go shopping?") 
I considered arguing for my plan, but he looked, well, so peaceful and so happy, I didn't have the heart. I resigned myself to my fate: a day of doing absolutely nothing.
So we sat, in the peace and quiet of the forest. 
As my I-hate-it-when-my-plans-get-changed resentment ebbed, I noticed things I'd missed earlier: the blue sky, the piney air, the flitting birds. 
I felt my brain dial down a few notches, my shoulder tension relax a bit, my drive to "do something, anything!" dissipate. 
We really did "sit right here" all day. 
And I lived to tell the tale! (When Daniel fell asleep, I did tip-toe back to our room for a book...) 
At the end of the day, I was more peaceful and quiet than I'd been in months. I felt like I'd finally been able to exhale after holding my breath for a very long time.
Slow Down + Be Still = Becoming Patient
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Try This Today:  For 5 minutes, Slow Down and Be Still. No doing. Just being in His presence, open to knowing He is God.



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