Ready, set, go!
I'm racing the clock. I'm racing to beat it. What will it benefit me if I do? My life seems like an endless blur of movement.
The kids get rushed out the door. "Did they eat their breakfast I prepared? Did they brush their teeth?" I'm racing them because I didn't plan it right. When I race them out like that I don't get to spend the time they so desire to be with me.
God doesn't race me out the door. He takes his time with me. He, too, wants me to slow down and to be with him.
I need to stop racing because I don't know who I'm racing. Today, slow and steady wins the race for me. The outcome will be the same, but I think when I do finish, the peace over me will be great!
End (Today's topic was short-lived because Bean kept counting while I was writing. I love my Bean!)