Most days, I work from home, but on the days, I go to the office, my drive consists of beautiful country roads winding through horse farms and hills. I often ask how I could have been so blessed to land in such a magnificent place as middle Tennessee and how I could be so blessed to have such a beautiful commute. Once upon a time, I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Southeast Expressway headed into Boston. Now, I drive my 20+ year old Ford truck through some of the prettiest country God ever made wondering why everyone else is in such a hurry. Where’s the fire? What’s the rush?
This morning on my way in, I was driving my usual speed limit plus 5, which is mostly 60 mph. As I made my way down Cox Road in Arrington, I had not one or two but FOUR–yes FOUR–drivers rush up on my truck and ride my bumper before angrily swerving around and passing me. Keep in mind that I was driving 5 miles over the speed limit. This is literally some of the most beautiful stretch of road I’ve ever driven, and I’ve driven nearly every road on the east coast. It’s home to the magnificent Arrington Vineyards and several farms. It’s the kind of road that makes you want to roll down the windows and inhale the morning air.
All four of those drivers missed the beauty of that road and for what? When I reached the stop sign at the end of the road, each one was lined up at the same stop sign. They gained maybe a minute or two in their haste and anger and for what? What did they give up to save those two minutes? I had enjoyed 15 minutes of living in God’s creation, while they lived in anger and haste for 13. Was it worth it?
Understand that I am not judging those people. A decade ago, I was one of those people. I have compassion for those people. The haste and anger make life less fun. They suck the joy out of our lives, and they separate us from God. They keep us twisted up in stressed out knots. I remember that feeling well, and I like myself and my life a whole lot more now that I’ve let go of that. It wasn’t an easy journey, but it was a journey that is allowing me to live life abundantly and joyfully. Being in a hurry to get to the next thing not only means you miss out on the present, but that you’re rushing through your life. I missed most of my 20s and half of my 30s before I realized I wasn’t really living my life; I was just traveling through it.
I pray for those four drivers that they may find peace and joy, that they may realize that nothing is so important that you should ever miss out on what’s right in front of you. There is no fire. There is no rush. Everything will still be waiting for you when you get there.