Don’t Be Too Late

I feel the eyes.

I meet those pieces of glacier ice over the hood of my car. Guilt washes over me. How long has it been since I walked her? This morning you idiot! Still, I can’t help but feel bothered by how she watches me and waits patiently for adventures that are infrequent these days. Still, there is understanding in her arctic eyes. She knows.

I’m shuffling through the stations on my radio. Listening to my own music has grown empty as of late. The beauty of listening to the radio is that you know that somewhere out there, others are listening too. I turn the volume up as I hear CROWDER singing through the static about what it means to be forgiven.

I’m on my way to have coffee with one of my mentors, my former drama teacher, Jody. I’m thinking about how she is the ultimate cheerleader in my life and how she inspires me to be a better person. Iron sharpening Iron. And then I see him. Raised shell… Scurrying head…A small box turtle. He’s crossing the road right in front of me. I wince as my vehicle passes over him. Frantic, I slam on my brakes and pull over. Leaping from the car, I don’t even bother to grab the key from the ignition as I push my body hard to run back up the hill. The road is crowded with people going to and fro during this lunch hour.

I am too late.

It was just a brief moment in time. A few seconds. Life and death. I bow my head in a moment of silence. I feel the crushing weight of being too late, oblivious to the traffic as tears stream down my face. Quietly I walk back to my running car and continue on my way. I turn the radio off and sit in silence until I reach my destination.

The rest of the day, I relate this sad tale to others and I ponder on the importance of being punctual, not just in the professional world. How can you know in the moment-day-by-day-experience, that what you say and do will not be too late?

What have you been given to take care of? Are you doing all you can to say what you need to say today and not tomorrow?

“Life is a mess and Theology [the study of God and how God’s people relate to the world] must be lived out in the midst of that mess.”-Charles W. Colson

Later, a light rain falls as I head home. I pull into the driveway and those eyes look back at me again. Unwavering. Knowing. She stands there in wet fur watching me. The rain begins to taper off as turn off the vehicle.

I get out and walk over to the fence. “Hello Wolf-child. Would you want to go for a walk?”

I don’t want to make a habit of being too late. Are you with me?


Time waits for no one/ So let us say/ All we need to say/ While today is still today-Connie Come to Georgia, Wes King.


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