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It’s the height of snowbird season in Southwest Florida. This weekend is the Edison Festival of Light Parade, and it seems like we are overrun with out-of-staters, here for the beautiful weather. But after a little experiment this morning, I’m not so sure.

As Shae and I took our daily commute to Edison College this morning, I told her we would count the number of Florida license plates compared to the out-of-state plates. The snowbird plates took an early 2-1 lead as we drove down Bayshore, but it was all Florida after that.

Perhaps the out-of-staters don’t come out until later, or maybe they get their vehicles registered in Florida, but they weren’t where we were this morning.

More Pictures While Driving

(done safely…really) The iPhone makes some things appear farther away then they actually were. These balloons were filling my view, much closer than these pictures look like. Taken yesterday morning as I was driving to Orlando for Bible Quiz.

Confessing past sins and making future promises

I’ve quit speeding.

No, I didn’t get a ticket. I haven’t even been stopped. It isn’t a fear of getting caught, or what might happen to my insurance rates, or even the example I’m setting for my daughter – who should be getting her driver’s license any month now – or for my son – who hopefully won’t get a license for quite a while.

Nor have I paid much attention to guilt-trips, sermons, or lectures on the evils of speeding.

Nevertheless, I’ve traded in my lead foot for the law-abiding kind. No more “flowing with the traffic.” No more doing the limit+9.

This is a major change for me. Since I began driving, I have consistently gone as fast as I thought prudent. That usually meant that I would “safely” speed, going 5-10 mph over the speed limit, so that law enforcement wouldn’t feel compelled to pull me over. Of course, if I was in the middle of nowhere, that also meant that I would feel safe to go even faster. Or if I was on the highway, I would stay behind the fastest vehicle.

But over a month ago, I was contemplating a podcast sermon to which I was listening. I don’t remember what the sermon was about. It wasn’t about speeding. It wasn’t about integrity. But as I thought about Jesus, one thing led to another, until I was thinking about integrity…and speeding.

All my thoughts suddenly coalesced into one thing – I can’t speed anymore.

So, for more than a month, I haven’t, and I don’t plan to again.

The current vacation we are on was the big test for me. How would I do driving over 200 miles on the Interstate while under pressure to arrive as quickly as possible?

It was good. It took longer, but there was much less stress. I feel as though I am honoring Christ in this way. And I’ve also noticed how fast 99% of the drivers go. I try to keep out of their way.

(However – as you can see from the picture – I still take an occasional picture while driving.)