Sitting in my vehicle, waiting 10 minutes for a store to open, I saw a person walking slowly yesterday. He wasn't hurt. He wasn't swaggering. He wasn't elderly. He seemed not at all impaired. He just wasn't in a hurry.
Usually loud, fast, explosive situations catch our attention. But this time, it was none of that. He moved with purpose, yet without stress of too much care. As his steady movements took him into a store and then out (he obviously forgot something in his car), and then, back inside, I was perplexed. How could he move without rushing?
So, for the rest of the day, I decided to learn from this man. I moved with purpose absent the haste. It was difficult at first. I am so used to just hopping out, hurrying here or there, and rushing about my duties.
You know what? I moved slower today, also. That said, I think I've gotten more done. The slower pace allows me to better see what is most important. It gives me time to spend my moments here and there in more sincere prayer. The quiet prayer at the stop light (or wherever I am) still lasts as long...but it means more.
Rush, rush, rush? Hush....peace, slow down, even be still. Thank you Mr. Slow-moving man. :-)Moments that Matter Most