On my way to work this morning (late again of course), I was walking a bit faster than usual to the subway (okay, jogging or trotting I suppose, which is a bit difficult to do in the slush, sleet and snow and I know I looked more than ridiculous). Anyway, I passed a little girl and her dad along the way and I heard the girl say several times "Why is she running, daddy?,  But why is she running?"   My first thought is "I'm late, that's why!" Then I thought, "I'm always late - always running."  Maybe is the NY life. I could certainly blame it on that. But really, why am I running? 

My entire trip to work, I kept hearing this little girl's words repeat in my head.  I realized I am not just running b/c I am late, I am running through life. Too many moments passed by, too many hours spent stressed. I think it is time to start "walking" and taking my time - enjoying life along the way. God has only given us a certain amount of time. I don't want to spend it running.