I single-handedly killed, not one, but at least a dozen butterflies yesterday. A dozen!
I winced over each one.
Never before in 24 years had I seen so many butterflies in the first two miles from our home. There were hundreds – dancing in the over-grown weeds and all over our country roads!
Why this tragedy?
Pushing up against a deadline, I attempted to crank out one last email before I had to depart for an important appointment. My five-minute window for this email took ten. With no margin for error, I would now be late.
Despite attempting to slow down and navigate through this plethora of dancing, darting, beautiful creatures (of all sizes and color), I was not willing to drive 5 miles an hour.
I was in a hurry.
Here’s a question for us all. How much of my day am I in a hurry?
Then we need to ask ourselves, because of this hurry, what gets . . .
Are you chronically in a hurry on your way to work? School? Church? Meetings?
What can you do today to plan for a buffer zone? How can you create some breathing room as your travel from place to place? Can you build in 5-7 extra minutes of margin?
This might just be enough time to . . .
- Take note of God’s beautiful world
- Be aware of the condition of your soul
- Chat with a gas station attendant
- Not kill a dozen butterflies
What do you think?
It just might be worth it.