Warning: the following post is of a nitty-gritty nature.
I don’t know how many of you checked back on the comments to my “Merry Christmas” post, (the one where I complained about getting a speeding ticket), but I wanted to share with you the following thoughts shared by Adoro te Devote:
Speaking as an ex-police officer….he was right. And for a $117 fine you had to have been WELL over the limit. And with children in your car.
Speed causes more accidents and deaths than anything else. And by it’s nature, speeding is often (although not always) through inattention…and that’s even worse.
Granted, the inattention was due to the children, but considering you have children in your vehicle, you have an even greater duty to them to pay attention to your speed.
I don’t mean to preach, not in any way, but I do feel it’s necessary to speak up for the cop. And considering that I’ve been in his shoes and I’ve seen sights that would haunt you to your dying day and through purgatory, well, please see his action as merciful and not condemning.
She is right. She is totally right and I commend her for upbraiding me. I was speeding; I was going 15 miles over the speed limit and even worse, I didn’t even realize it.
That’s pretty much the story of my life.
Always rushing toward the next event.
Always rushing toward the punch line.
Always rushing toward some symbolic horizon that, like “tomorrow”, never comes.
The words of Adoro te Devote have given me pause. I was so quick to be indignant over the insult of being ticketed—so quick to turn to humor instead of reflection.
Forgive me. I was wrong to have done so.
I am feeling the need to slow down in many ways. I am trying so hard to hear God speak to me this Advent, and yet so far I cannot hear but for the din of all my activity.
It’s go go go, you know?
I promise Him I’ll pray before I check my email in the morning, and then I don’t.
I apologize to Him for writing my post before reading my Bible, and then I do all over again the next day…and the next day after that…and the next day after that.
So I’m going to slow down and I ask you to bear with me. Some days this blog is funny and some days it’s just not. I had a very happy post in the works for the feast of St. Nicholas—We’re pregnant! Thank you, St. Nicholas!—but now I’ve just heard from the clinic and yesterday’s blood draw shows that my hCG level has not gone up since the last one.
Yes, this is the very special intention for which I am praying St. Andrew’s novena. I would be six weeks along on Thursday.
Nothing is certain and I’ll let you know when I know.
Meanwhile, I may be more quiet than usual and I may not be posting on a daily basis.
For me, that’s so unlikely, I know…
…and yet, it’s what I’m thinking I need to do.
With love and blessings and a humble request for prayers (just one or two, if you can spare them),