I sometimes go back and forward between feeling like my idiosyncrasies are things that desperately needs fixing or if they simply are the way God made me. My main issue: impatience like you would not believe.
One of my first memories is my dad saying, "stop rushing me!" I love speed like a sixteen year old boy with his driver's permit. Oh, and I work in publishing where we rush around all the time. I secretly love it.
Tuesday I desperately got the craving for toast with honey and butter. I ran from the dining area to the kitchen (a foot) and realized I didn't have any soft butter. Putting cold butter on warm toast just wasn't going to do. Also, my toast wasn't regular bread, it was french bread. I couldn't stuff it into the toaster. So I used the oven. I thought I was so wise: oh, I will put the bread in for 5 minutes and the last minute or two I'll put in the glass dish of cold butter.
You can see where this is going, right?
The bread was fine. I took it out and checked the butter. Then I got distracted by e-mail. Not a moment later I checked the butter again and it was halfway melted.
So I put on my oven mitts and carefully poured the melted butter over my toast and added honey.
I bet God laughs at me sometimes.This is such an example of my impatience.
I know He has called me to calm down and slow down.
But I also know God made me to be a woman who gets things done.
Someday soon I hope to find the balance between achieving and collectively slowing down! It's going to be hard.
