HI, HELLO, HEY, HI THERE! HOW 'YA DOIN'?
I am SOOOOO happy to be back in the company of you, my bloggy-family! I and my kids were in Virginia from the 16th-21st. It was a much needed get-a-way. I forgot that my parents no longer have internet access, therefore, I was without the encouragement of you all. Because of this, I must admit, I did not do well, spiritually, at all.
What I mean is, I am weak. I am at a point in my walk where I can not cross the street alone. Yes, I have been told to look both ways before crossing, cross only at the cross-walk, to keep a steady pace, and to continue to look for oncoming traffic. But 'ya know what, it means nothing to me unless I "see," and then am watched. I need, I have, I crave to be accountable to someone, you, my Christian family; hold my hand and cross the street with me please.
Yes, I am aware that I have to show some initiative and no one can make me do the right thing. It is up to me to make the right choices. But as I said, I am weak and I need help. "Talk me off the ledge," as Treasured Friend says to me sometimes. Help me conquer "peer pressure."
I did quite a bit of jay walking in the past five days. I headed for the cross-walk: I prayed when I woke up and reminded myself to do my daily bible meditation.
Step by step, I began to remember the "activities" planned for the day and decided that I needed to quicken my pace: I began to cross right where I was, without regard to the traffic.
I decided to read an article from my mother's Christian Woman magazine by Gospel Advocate, "This'll do for now," (disclaimer, I really enjoy reading 'Christian Woman magazine, it is an awesome publication, scriptural, informing and encouraging. However, my mistake was allowing that to be my "bible" for the day) : from the left, traffic was coming, but I continued to cross.
A red car blew its horn but I ignored it: I was feeling overwhelmed but figured it was just because I'd planned too much.
A mini-van pulled up, the driver pointed to the cross-walk: I read something in the magazine about fighting some sort of good fight.
A mack-truck started to approach and I just stood there: I went to worship service, but just to say that I went. My mind was wandering off to the plans I'd made with my brother and sister to go to the movies later. Every now and then I would hear the preacher say something, but not enough to get my full attention.
I did not make it to the other side of the street. I stayed in front of the mack-truck. It didn't hit me, but it didn't go around either. I just now, have to decide if I will stop jay-walking.
Pray that I do not get hit by the mack-truck because my attention was not gotten by the red car and mini-van. Pray that I always use the cross-walk and not deviate from it. Just pray as you are led to do.