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Slow as Molasses

Slow as Molasses

Slow as Molasses--Greg Lawhorn making molassesI have been told I am as slow as molasses. I have also been told I go too fast. I suppose my speed depends on what I do.

When anyone or anything is slow as molasses, it is really slow.

A few exceptionally slow items include:

  • Dial up internet service
  • Turtles
  • Many children (and teachers) on the first day of school

Making molasses is a slow process.

My friend Greg Lawhorn makes molasses every September. It takes all day, but the finished product makes it well worth the time. Read about Greg’s Molasses Day in the September Kentucky Monthly magazine.

Slow as Molasses--molasses on a biscuitPouring molasses is also a slow process.

Thick sticky molasses takes its time getting from the jar onto a waiting hot biscuit. However, once again, the taste makes it well worth the time. Molasses covered biscuits stick to the ribs.

Occasionally people talk about something or someone as slow as molasses in January. Cold temperatures make molasses pour slower than usual. Although I may be slow, I hope no one thinks I am that slow.

Better to go slowly and work well rather than fast and work poorly.

As the story, The Tortoise and the Hare, teaches, “Slow and steady wins the race.” Watch a cute children’s song based on that story here.

“The Lord is gracious and compassionate,  slow to anger and rich in love “ (Psalm 145:8 NIV).

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Hold Your Horses

Hold Your Horses

Hold Your HorsesAs small children, my sister and I did not enjoy shopping. Instead, we wanted to play. So, when we had to shop with Mom or Dad, we walked fast.

Like horses ready for a race, we had one goal. We wanted to return home, the quicker the better. Our plan had one problem. When we walked fast, our parents usually yelled, “Hold your horses!” They were telling us to stop. It wasn’t time to go. We needed to buy groceries or clothes.

Similar to horses obeying their riders, we obeyed our parents. We walked slower. We tried to bridle (a nice horsy word) our energy. We didn’t enjoy it. It interfered with our plans. Yet it taught us important lessons.

Listening to our parents helped us avoid danger. Later we learned to identify those dangers for ourselves.  Just like young horses, we needed guidance. We needed patience. We needed to learn to use our energy for the benefit of ourselves and others.

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love (Ephesians 4:2 NIV).

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