Monday, January 24, 2011

Everyday Life: Driving the speed limit

I've long mumbled under my breath {or even aloud} that there are not enough hours in the day.

To write.

To clean.

To mother.

To read.

To cook.

To shower.

To talk.

To wife {?}.

To love.

To breathe.

To live.

And, tonight, when I got to that part -- to live -- I had to stop and pause and take note.

There aren't enough hours in the day to live?

Or to live how I think I should live?

And like headlights sneak up on your car, startle you while you're driving down a lonesome street rocking out to your favorite song, singing your heart out, I'm staring at the lights, realizing they are right on my bumper, and I'm now keenly aware that I've not been paying attention to what I'm doing or thinking.

The design isn't flawed, nor is the Designer.

But, rather, what's flawed is my take on both.

Suddenly, I'm aware of my speed and the road and the white dividing lines marking the lanes again.

And I realize that I need to drive within the perimeters.

They exist for a reason.


  1. Love this metaphor. The road is there, we just have to be brave enough to travel it as we are, not as we think we should be.

  2. I too love it! Sometimes we all need to re-evaluate a little bit. It is way too easy for me to criticize myself instead of accept myself just like I am. I think that I can often be my own worst enemy.

  3. Amen, Sister. I love this!!!!

    Thank God, He is in control of my life and not me!

  4. This has been my thought for the past week.

    Deus providebit {latin for God Provides}- It is in His hands. It is all in His hands. And I'm grateful.

  5. What a thought provoking piece. Love how you compared it to driving.

  6. I love who you write things, your post are always beautifully written reminders that seem to always come when I need them...thanks for always putting it out there..

  7. Oh goodness... so much truth in this. I'll be mulling it over for awhile.


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