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.
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.