Molasses and Speeding Tickets

Sometimes, things in life move as slow as molasses. And sometimes they move as fast as the rush of water from a fire hose.

When it comes to goals and achieving them, since childhood, I tend to lean towards the side of wishing that things moved at a pace slightly faster than molasses.

Or, at the very least, a snail with a pair of hockey skates on.

As many times as I repeat the cycle of wishing things moved along at my own ideal timing, I still am end up with the same conclusion: God's timing always ends up being better, whether I think it's too fast or too slow. And I've yet to prove Him wrong, which, come to think of it, is probably not a bad thing.

I got to chatting the other day with some friends about an old friend of mine who had passed away a few years back. It was obviously a sad and very unfortunate event, but at the same time the jolt of sudden passings reminded me that while life is truly brief, it doesn't mean that speeding my through it was the best approach to living it fully either. Basically, I am learning there will some molasses-covered a.k.a. can-somebody- puh-lease speed-this train-up-so-I-can-get-to-where-I-need-to-be type of moments and there will be some moments that seriously need a speeding ticket for whizzing by so fast.

And both types of seasons are necessary.

The slower moments remind me to take the time to learn and grow while the faster seasons remind me to cherish even what seems to be the smallest blessings because the time to enjoy them is fleeting.

Happy Thursday!