I’m not typically rushed or as in a hurry as I used to be now that I’m a student of “work life harmony”. However, I am impatient. I don’t like to waste time, especially behind slow moving traffic. Slow moving traffic makes me want to hurry. Slowing my vehicle to the speed limit or less somehow triggers an involuntary gritting of the teeth, muttering unkind things about the shortcomings of other drivers. I rather resent the fact we don’t have the technology to teleport human molecules from point A to B, instantly through the space time continuum. That would get all that slow moving traffic off the road!
What law states that when I’m in a hurry, all other vehicles, humans or animals are not? It never fails, in those rare times where I’m actually in a hurry, it seems someone will see fit to drive in front of me, slower than I’m wishing them to go. Driving behind slow traffic is particularly frustrating for me because I live in a rural area and I don’t like to pass cars on windy two lane roads. This unfortunately allows me plenty of time to think of all the ways this person ahead of me is ruining my life and the lives of others.
As I seek to gain a better understanding of the power of positive thinking, I began to wonder, is this some kind of divine intervention? Why does this happen seemingly so often? What am I missing by being in a hurry and thinking ill of the human in front of me?
One day I had a thought about time. Ecclesiastes 3:1(NLT) says, “There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven.” So, what does this have to do with driving behind slow traffic, much less, attaining a balanced approach to life?
See if you can follow me here. This is just my theory, but it does manage to slow me down and redirect my focus to more productive thoughts.
God is the keeper of time. Time is constant. It’s mathematical, math is always constant, or perfect, if I may say. So let’s assume Gods time is perfect. Perfectly kept, constantly. God’s will for me is on His perfectly kept time schedule. If I’m in a hurry, pushing time out of alignment with God’s time, perhaps I must slow down? Could slow moving traffic be divine intervention that keeps me in perfect time with my quest for God’s will upon my life? Oddly, If I allow myself to consider it, I tend to slow down, appreciate the here and now and realize, “Hey, relax, I’ll get there, in God’s perfect time.”