Traffic Light

Pine Lake.

Old Cheney.

Highway 2.

48th.

40th.

33rd.

27th.

Southwood.

Every cross street.

With a traffic light.

On my way to work.

Where I stopped.

This morning.

At.

All.

Of.

Them.

Gave me time to think.

How often, when I wanna zoom through life my foot on the pedal going my direction with no plans but my own in mind, does God have a traffic light?

To.

Slow.

Me.

Down.

Psalm 139:16 says, "All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."

God created you.  He knows you.  He loves you.

Seek Him.  Trust Him.  He will answer.

Next time the traffic light of life turns red, don't speak out in frustration, don't tap the steering wheel in impatience, and certainly don't run it, but stop to ask God what He wants you to know.