Racing Time

Slow down, you crazy child
Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?


"Faster, Faster!"  My younger sisters race around me and out the front door.  It seems like yesterday I was their age, racing to get older.  I wanted to be ten, I wanted to be thirteen, then sixteen, eighteen...now what do I want to be?  Why do I race?  I want to be done with school, onto my career, then to marriage and a family.  And yet...there's still so much I need to do before that. 

You better cool it off before you burn out

You've got so much to do and 

Only so many hours in a day

Each day presents itself with opportunities.  Days I can talk with an older sibling, watch my younger sisters play, talk to my parents, go see friends. Opportunities I put off to do homework, get to bed earlier, those opportunities don't last forever.  Why am I racing? 

Slow down you're doing just fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time


I have time.  I can stop, watch, listen, learn, and I have time to grow.  That's really what this time is for. I want to become all these things but I have time to grow into a person who is ready for those things. No need to be racing. 


Slow down, you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile 
It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two 


Sometimes it's hard to wait, hard to sit back and enjoy the peacefulness. But when one is dying do we ever hear him say "I wish I spent one more day at work" or "I wish I had slept more before that class."  No.  Death brings about the relationships we wish we would've fixed, the plans we wished we would've accomplished, and the faces we wish we would've seen.  So slow down.  In His time you will be perfected and in His time your plans will be made whole. I'm going to stop racing and start realizing there is only one March 19, 2012 and only one me.  


"Be anxious for nothing."