Of Mercy and Discilpine (Part II)

My mind had started to wander. To be more precise, it had been racing, all over the place. My thoughts were occupied with all the things that needed to get done. When I saw the speed limit sign, I took my foot of the gas and with it my mind off the distractions running through my head. I slowed down to the suggested 45 mph. That’s when I noticed him in my review mirror. I had to take a double look, but the bar across the front of the car, now following me closely, was unmistakeably that of a police car. Only a couple of seconds later, I was sure. When his lights came on, my stomach sank.

I don’t know what you do, but in moments like these I pray. “Lord, I am so sorry! PLEASE, can you convince him to give me a warning?” I pulled over, digging for my license, registration, and proof of insurance, all along praying that if I received another ticket, God would be with my husband. I could not believe I was here again, pulled over, on the side of the road, with feelings of regret and wishing I had obeyed the rules. (You can read about what happened only about six months ago here.)

Regret has not only haunted me on the side of the road, but also when I have thoughtlessly sped with the words of my mouth. I can be slow to listen and quick to speak. In conversations I can have the tendency to think of the very next thing to say, rather than pay attention to what someone is trying to communicate. Speeding can’t be reversed. I can’t go back, slow down, and make restitution for my speeding. Speaking ill can’t be reversed either. What has come out of my mouth is now out, free for the enemy to use.

This incident has reminded me to slow down, to pay attention to the instructions set out for my protection and the welfare of those around me. It has made me keenly and fearfully aware of the consequences of my racing through life, without paying attention to the mandates.

“Mrs. Viars, I will give you a warning today. But please slow down!”

“Yes, Sir!”
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Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger;
James 1:19

“Father, please forgive me for selfishly speeding with my words.
Set a gate over the door of my mouth and help me to slow down.
Thank you for your gentle (and not so gentle) reminders
to pay attention to the rules you have set out for me.
Thank You for the warnings.”


  1. Great message, Heidi–and I’m SO glad you only received a warning. I love your point about speeding in other areas of life–thoughts, words–and that words are irreversible as a rule. Most of my past regrets are about words, as much as deeds. Thank God for His grace, but I never forget… God bless you today–love, sis Caddo


  2. Oh, yes, the stress of too much to do and not enough to do it can cause many different kinds of lapses. I’m with “Lessonsbyheart” who mentioned God’s mercy. Praise him, also, for continuing to work on us day by day. Each lesson learned brings us into closer intimacy with him!


    • You are so right, Nancy. Thank you for your always kind comments. They always reflect so much wisdom. I can tell you love the Lord so much. Thank you for encouraging my heart today 🙂 Blessing to you!


  3. I know what you mean. I am too often too quick to speak . And I often say the wrong thing. That’s why, when I write I usually try to read it over a few times before I publish it. But we don’t get that chance when we speak, so I suppose we should just think first be before we speak.


    • I have been having “speedy events” way too often lately, and am so grateful the officer had mercy on me. I think another big lesson was for my son, who was in the car with me. He wants to become a police officer 🙂 Thanks, Wendy and God bless you!


  4. Heidi, I am a ‘speeder’ too, in many ways. My thoughts speed along all the time and that often leads to my actions following. Thank you for this precious post that helps me slow down and thank Him for warnings and signs! God bless you!


  5. Heidi, I appreciate your honesty. The last time I got a speeding ticket was on a day in which I had just taken my dying father for a cancer check up and was on my way to help a friend with Huntingtons disease. The officer was not very kind despite my efforts to be respectful; but I did deserve the ticket.
    God taught me through that to slow down, too. And that when someone has no idea of what you are going through, He does! Blessings and very glad you got a warning only.


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