…I got a speeding ticket. Too much lead in my little foot. I was running late for church when I saw a cop about 1/2 a mile in front of me standing outside his car. Figured since I was on the side of a truck that I could slow down and play it off. Well, my little plan didn’t work. So the cop pulls me over, comes to my car and asks for my license and insurance. Guess they don’t need to see the registration any more. Goes back to his car. Don’t know why, but as soon as he gets back in his car another patrol car pulls up behind him. Maybe since my car is all tinted out and I was going a good 81 MPH he assumed I’d be a problem. Negative! His backup walks to his car, talks to him for a few then pulls off. I figured he told her that I was O.K.
Meanwhile I’m on the phone telling my mom how disappointed I was. Here I am, trying to make it to church and get a ticket. You know how parents are. She’s like, “It happens. You got a ticket….AND?” He starts walking back to the car so I tell moms I’ll call her back. Mr. Officer gives my back my license and insurance and says, “You were going 81 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. I put that you were going 69 MPH instead. You have court…..” Being the emotional being that I am, I start crying. He says, “If you hadn’t been so pleasant, I wouldn’t have done this for you.” I couldn’t help myself. I was overwhelmed because 26 MPH over the speed limit would NOT look good on my record nor would my fines be below $100. I’m barely able to tell him thank you. I rub my tears away and he says, “Cheer up. You be safe out here.” I collect my composure, proceed to the next exit, and head back home while calling my mom for more words of advice.
She really helped me feel better. Instead of allowing me to wallow in my sorrow, she said that I needed to listen to the lesson being presented. “SLOW DOWN.” Yeah, it’s all clear to me now…lol. But really, I do need to take a few extra steps instead of running a 5k marathon in 10 minutes. I was just trying to go to church to hear the WORD. As mom reminded me, “The word is in you, not in the building.” Ahhhh yes. I want to be able to hear God’s voice. Recognize Him when He speaks. There were all kinds of signs this morning that I should just stay home. Even good ole Kayla tried to keep me here. Instead I got in the car, already 30 mins late and speed my way to get the word I was already given. STAY HOME. Next time I will be sure to listen with the ear God placed in the center of my hEARt.