So yesterday, I made a series of mistakes at work. Isn’t that the worst feeling? Thankfully, they weren’t beyond repair, but I just hate making mistakes and turning in work that is less than excellent. If there’s one four letter word I hate, it’s fail.
As I thought through them during the day, the underlying message these mistakes were telling me was this: S-L-O-W D-O-W-N. I pride myself on the ability to multitask and turn things around fairly quickly, but sometimes I get way too ahead of myself and let deadlines and end goals take the place of details and perfection.
Is it just me, or does it seem like life constantly moves at a faster than fast pace? I mean, can someone even tell me how we’re already in November? My sweet friend Josie just found out she’s pregnant, and somehow she’s due next week—where did those nine months go?
I try my best to keep up, but at some point, we stop and realize that if we’re just trying desperately to keep up, we miss out on actually living, and if you’re like me, it’s much harder to do one thing, let alone a few things with excellence at 75 mph.
I don’t want to be a woman who’s constantly struggling to keep pace, but I want to actually live and enjoy the life I’ve been given.
I don’t want to be a woman who’s always trying to do too much, constantly backtracking to fix her mistakes, but I want to do the things I’ve been called to with diligence and excellence.
And I don’t want to be a woman who thinks she can do anything on my own, because I have learned time and time again that apart from our God, we can do nothing (John 15:5).
as surely as haste leads to poverty.
her arms are strong for her tasks…
she can laugh at the days to come.