I’m a speeder.  I like to speed.  Slow drivers make me crazy.  And I hate it when cars pass me on the road.  I like to be the fastest.

So as I’m driving down the interstate cruising at 90-95 MPH, I’m feeling pretty good.  Imagine how I fought it when I suddenly felt convicted about driving too fast.  I tried and tried to ignore this nagging, but I knew what it was…and I knew I couldn’t ignore it.

It was the Holy Spirit.

Just yesterday, I had a moment with God when I asked Him what else He wanted me to surrender to Him.  I asked Him to show me what He wanted from me.  I told Him that I would do whatever He asked.

And I meant it.

So today when I knew He was asking me to slow down, I knew I had to.  And He didn’t want me to slow down just a little bit.  He wanted me to do the speed limit.

WHAT?????

I had to have been the slowest driver on the road.  It was killing me.  But I knew I was being obedient, so it was ok.

As I was taking my leisurely stroll down the highway (being passed by everyone), the Spirit began to speak to me even more.  He showed me that, though I was moving at a slower pace, I would still get to my destination.  Though others were going faster than I, I would still get where I was going.

And so it is with other circumstances in my life.  God was showing me that just because things seem to be moving slower than I would like, it doesn’t mean that I will not reach my goals.  He showed me that He will provide for me everything He has for me, even if it takes a lot longer than I want.  It doesn’t matter that others’ paces seem to be faster than mine.  It doesn’t matter that others get opportunities that I wish were mine.  Their victory does not equal my defeat.  My slower pace will still get me to the place I am supposed to be.  My time will come.

I love that God speaks to me in unexpected ways at unexpected times.  Driving the speed limit is tough for me, but that small step of obedience taught me a great lesson.