mr. tortoise

One day, a hare was bragging about how fast he could run. He bragged and bragged and even laughed at the tortoise, who was so slow. The tortoise stretched out his long neck and challenged the hare to a race, which, of course, made the hare laugh.

"My, my, what a joke!" thought the hare.

"A race, indeed, a race. Oh! what fun! My, my! a race, of course, Mr. Tortoise, we shall race!" said the hare.

The forest animals met and mapped out the course. The race begun, and the hare, being such a swift runner, soon left the tortoise far behind. About halfway through the course, it occurred to the hare that he had plenty of time to beat the slow trodden tortoise.

"Oh, my!" though the hare, "I have plenty of time to play in the meadow here."

And so he did.

After the hare finished playing, he decided that he had time to take a little nap.

"I have plenty of time to beat that tortoise," he thought. And he cuddled up against a tree and dozed.

The tortoise, in the meantime, continued to plod on, albeit, it ever so slowly. He never stopped, but took one good step after another.

The hare finally woke from his nap. "Time to get going," he though. And off he went faster than he had ever run before! He dashed as quickly as anyone ever could up to the finish line, where he met the tortoise, who was patiently awaiting his arrival.

the story of the tortoise and the hare plopped into my mind a week ago, and i haven't stopped thinking about it ever since. i really like this story. because. i want to be mr. tortoise. in a way, i guess i am. things are going ever so slowly in my life, and it's been really frustrating. but, i've realized now that even though things are moving along slowly, i know that i'm moving forward. it may not be clearly visible to the human eye, but i think God and i both know that i'm going somewhere. and that eventually, whenever my time may be, i'll get to that finish line. just like mr. tortoise, i'm not going to stop. but i'll just take things one GOOD step after another.