Slow Moving Vehicles

I spent the last two days driving machinery home from one of the farms 23 miles away. There is no fast way to come home slow. 90 minutes of driving a tractor and a buggy (not to be confused with a baby buggy however). I was the last in live so just followed the combine down the back roads of Dodge County slowly ambling toward home. I went a whopping 11 mph most of the time but did make it to 19 mph one time only to catch up with the combine and have to slow down again. It seems a person almost has to speed up to stop; slow moving vehicles are just that slow. One can think alot while driving slow. There is nothing else to do. I watched the farms go by; very slowly. I saw the beautiful landscaped lawns and then the neglected houses with various furniture outside, several grills piled in the woods and junk around the edge of the house. Moving slow, one gets to really look at things. I also know that I bothered a few people. I couldn't help the speed; safety and the slow moving vehicle sign dictated how fast I could go. People are anxious to get somewhere in life nowdays. I would pull over as much as I could but my rig took up most of the road. The combine literally had to pull off and hang in the ditch to allow someone to pass. We are on back country roads which are narrow anyway, but people still seem to think that they need to be where they wanted to be sooner than they allowed themselves the time. I'm like that with God. I want to be somewhere that I'm not. I am unaware that God has a plan and that's doesn't always mean speedy and quick. I am only cognitive of my agenda; which is usually NOW. I get impatient when God places combines and tractors in my way and I have to wait for them before it's time for me. I weave back and forth in the road looking for a good place to pass, full well knowing that the only way I can get by is that God moves the obstacle; and yet I'm trying. I also get upset with other people who are the slow moving signs. I used to be worse than I am. Now days when I come upon an older person driving, I just think that could be Grandma... and get out of the road! Grandma wasn't the best driver and you just prayed she would drive the 7 miles to get her hair down and groceries each week and get home without incident. Years later now, I see elderly people and think of my grandma and give them a little grace. They are still out there living; slowly perhaps but living. So a slow moving sign; well that might be for my safety, for my spiritual well being or for my spiritual growth. It's for me to slow down long enough to listen to what God's telling me.