The worst part... nobody is making me hurry. I do it to myself and to my poor kids. And what am I hurrying for? To feel important? To look good? To get church on time at the expense of my kids' feelings when I'm yelling at them to hurry up, and then try to walk in and look like we've been singing praise and worship with big smiles on our faces the whole drive there? What a fraud!
I'm 30. I look back and my 20's are a blur. It could have to do with getting married and having three kids. But I think it has to do with being in a hurry to get to the next phase in life. So in a hurry that I forgot to enjoy the now.
No more. I choose now. No more hurry. No more being in a rush. If I'm a little late, that will just have to be o.k. In a world that keeps speeding up, this girl is slowing down to enjoy the ride.
"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens"