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
