"Don't stop Mommy!" Oliver calls from the backseat, "roads are for races!" He's quite bothered that I'm slowing down to stop at a light. I explain that I have to obey the law for the safety of everyone on the road and he mumbles, "Oh, why do we have to have stoplights in this world?"Sometimes I don't want to stop and draw close to God. I want to keep going and pull off this thing called life on my own. In the back of my mind, wisdom whispers gently that for the safety of all involved, I'd better get on my knees. Many stupid mistakes have led me to know that unless I'm approaching His throne for advice, wisdom, rest and empowerment, I'm headed down a path that seems good to me but at a moment's notice, it can turn ugly. Worse yet, over time, it can turn ugly. Stoplights are for our own good and for allowing us to wait on opposite traffic to take it's turn. When I barrel through those amber lights, which are warnings that the red is inevitable, I don't always see the oncoming danger. Stopping to hear God's voice gives me a better view of my day, my life and essentially where I'm going and what's in the way. Drawing close this month has had it's amber-light-fly-bys and I want that to be more consistent. Have you been able to stop at the lights to listen and assess?
Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. (Psalm 119:105)
4 comments:
Adorable picture! Oh, Oliver, it's so hard having stop lights sometimes, isn't it? ;-)
Beautiful post Heather! Thank you for taking the time to be an encouragement this month. :)
Love,
Camille
I never regret stopping. Never. Why is it still so hard to stop some days? Routine and repetition really help me in that department.
Amen, sister!
Many times i run the red light, when God clearly tells me to stop. I realize that sometimes too late, when i find myself in the world of mess!
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