Most of us are familiar with the phrase “at a snail’s pace,” which means extremely slowly. In fact, snails can only crawl, and they are one of the slowest creatures on the Earth.
It would be great if people could slow down in all areas of their life. And I include myself because until this past May I moved at a pace that was more like a race car at the Indianapolis 500.
What made me suddenly put on my brakes was a diagnosis of Adult-Onset Asthma. My doctor gave me some articles to read in regard to Asthma, and one of them had a list of things to do to keep it under control. Included on this list was something that I had not done much: moving at a slower pace.
As I think about the rapid pace I used to move at, I wonder how I ever survived it. No matter what I was doing-whether it was something that I needed to do or something for fun-I felt that I had to hurry so that I could get on to the next thing. I hated the thought of slowing down or just sitting still when I had things to do.
And as a result of my always moving at a fast pace I developed a habit that was dangerous not only to me and my health but also to other people: I had road rage brewing inside of me. If I was driving and something slowed me down-i.e. a red light or a slow driver in front of me-I would really let loose. I confess that I swore at other drivers and just go crazy with rage (which was not consistent with my being a Christian).
I also used to race up and down the stairs in the building where I live. But, again, this racing did not get me anywhere or my errands finished any quicker. It only would have resulted in me having to go to the Emergency Room had I fallen down the stairs-which, thank God, never happened.
But, after I started correcting my habit of hurrying, I felt a sense of peace that I had never felt before. I found myself enjoying whatever it was that I was doing, even it was a routine chore or errand. And it sure feels good to have that “hurry burden” lifted from me.
However, just like with the other bad habits that I am correcting, there are times when I get a setback. But at least now I am able to catch myself. And when I do find that I am starting to hurry again, I focus on a short poem that I wrote: “Go at an easy pace; you are not in a race.” And I also like to visualize Jesus sitting or standing next to me with His gentle hands on my shoulder and allowing His peace and patience to flow from Him to me.
All of this ties in with my favorite Bible verse, which is Matthew 11:28, where Jesus tells us to, “Come to me, all of you are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” I am so blessed that I can turn to Jesus to get my rest when I find myself going in all directions both physically and mentally. He is the “stop sign” that I am always glad to see.
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