A Minute in Time

So, when does one minute feel like an hour?

A minute feels like an hour when I am sitting in my car at the end of my driveway trying to make a left hand turn onto a busy rural road.

It takes ten minutes to drive my son to school. School starts at 8:30am and the clock reads 8:20.
I turn my head to my left and a line of cars as far as the eye can see are traveling up the road. I finally see a break where I could pull out when I look to my right and low and behold a line of cars are now traveling in the opposite direction. When I look to my left again, a new line of cars are making their way up the road.

Insert big sigh here.
Glancing at the clock, I see the glaring green digital numbers flash before my eyes: 8:21

It takes ten minutes to drive my son to school. School starts at 8:30am...

Or you might ask the same question to my eight-year-old son on Christmas morning when he has to sit at the top of the steps while Dad gets the video camera ready.

Can you tell God has some heavy duty work to do with this family in the area of time management?

How do you manage your mornings? (Oh and for the record, I am an early riser, but for some reason my morning slips away from me and before I know it, I'm rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off...)

Have a great day!

Lord, help me to order my steps and use my minutes wisely. Amen.

Live the adventure,