Hurry. Most of us do it. Many of us are caught in its pace.
hurry :: to move, proceed, or act with haste; a state of urgency or eagerness; rush; hustle; bustle
Much of my life I’ve spent in hurry’s beat. It’s even possible I thrived off the adrenaline rush it gave me daily. It saddens me to think of the many times I told my children when they were young to, “Hurry up!” That’s one thing, if I had the chance, I’d do over. I’d never let those words sneak out of my mouth to my children.
Hurry is what we do, isn’t it?
Our society today is one of hurry and busy and “run or get run over.” Friend, I’m tired of the hurry. After returning from a recent eight-day Caribbean cruise with my husband, I’ve refused to resume a hurried–and harried–life.
To understand just how much of a struggle fighting against a life of hurry is for me, it took two and a half days on the cruise ship for me to settle in to a different routine. On the morning of day two, I thought I might go stir crazy. God reminded me that morning how I had again stepped into the fast lane of life, and it was time to stop the madness. (That’s one thing about a cruise… when you’re out in the middle of the Caribbean Sea, there’s nowhere one can go and there was little I could do to keep myself moving. But, what I could do was relax and rest. You know, God knows what He’s doing, doesn’t He?!!)
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late, and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys giving rest to those he loves? Psalm 127:2 MSG
I didn’t realize how much hurry had a hold on me until I rested.
I’m well aware the world did not go with me on this cruise, and even though I may have returned with a renewed perspective, it’s one that’s not embraced by everyone else. Yesterday, I was about ran over in the grocery store by a woman on a mission to the artichokes. (Do we need turn signals on our shopping carts?)
Another woman became increasingly agitated, tapping her foot loudly behind me in the checkout line. (Was I taking too long paying for my groceries?)
I was going two miles and hour over the speed limit on the way home, and was passed by six cars on a two-lane road. (Do we need to raise the speed limit?)
All joking aside, why are we hurrying? What’s our rush? Has it just become a habit, without even realize we are in hurry’s frantic pace?
Here’s a new thought…
What if we rested from the hurry?
Instead of running errands, what if we walked them? Instead of ordering fast food for dinner, what if we chose slow food–the kind we take time to prepare–instead? And, instead of racing against the clock, what if we slowed down to smell those roses right in front of us?
Sure, I know we all have life to live and stuff to do. We have places to go and people to see. Yes, we have kids in activities and schedules to manage. Of course we can’t just sit around and rest all day.
But, we can rest from the hurry.
Join me in stopping the madness today. Let’s walk instead of run. Let’s notice what’s around us instead of flying past it. And, let’s take time to enjoy the journey, not rush through it.
Hurry no longer needs to have its way in our lives.
Praying for us all in this today.