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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