Hahaha! I have a story which also, curiously enough contains a lesson. Today I was driving to Fort Lauderdale on the turnpike. Traffic is moving at a nice pace. The drive is beautiful. windows down, wind in my hair. I am cruising and smiling. Then I spy it, a car several feet in front of me. The driver clearly does not realize he/she is on a highway where the speed limit is 70 m/hr (and everyone is going 80), because he/she is driving like they’re in a school zone. The way traffic is flowing I can’t immediately move out of the lane, so I slow down, because, well, the car in front of me and I aren’t friends…yet. The car behind me, who can’t see what’s going on in front of me starts to honk. Huh? It’s a highway dude, move if you’re unhappy. He honks again, I look to my left I can’t move, just about then the right lane has just enough space for me squeeze in, I quickly get out of sir honks-a-lot’s way. He moves from behind me at break neck speed, only to immediately break, in an  effort to avoid school-zone-driver. I start to laugh. Because now he is as stuck as I was, but more importantly he now has a clear picture of what was going on. What’s my point? We can’t always see what’s ahead. Yet we rush through life, making decisions, and choices that leads to us having to draw our breaks least we collide (not in a good way) with a future we are ill prepared to face. Don’t move faster than you need to. On your journey drive at the pace that is right for you. Don’t look at the other “cars”. I use to feel “less than” because I wasn’t where others said I was suppose to be. But here is what I have learned, I am right now in the right place for me, learning the way I need to learn. Growing in the direction I am suppose to grow. Don’t rush the process, enjoy the drive. Lest you ram the car in front of you (not the best way to start a friendship).
“And let steadfastness [patience] have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing” (James 1:4).
So what am I thankful for today? School-zone drivers 😉 .
