Sheer exhaustion wrapped its long arms around me. Eyelids, as heavy and a weighted fishing line, kept trying to descend for a much needed nap. Every fiber of my being just wanted to go to sleep. Opening the windows of my little black car, fresh air pummeled my face, trying to get me to pull over. My brain kept reminding me that I was ONLY a mile from my own welcoming bed. Just a mile. Just one little mile. My conscious was screaming, “Just pull over! Just pull over and sleep for a few minutes.” Encountering the rumble strips, momentarily jolted my weighted eyelids to full attention. Seeing a large parking lot, I had a miniscule conscious thought, once again, that I should pull over but I just kept going. Next, the road turtles rattled my car, and like a zombie, I mildly corrected. Now only a half mile from home, the weighted fishing line felt like someone had just added about 20 pounds and I no longer could resist. Allowing my eyes to close, I did not make the 90 degree turn that the road had. Adrenalin exploded through my body as my little black car came to rest on top of a burm with two directional signs underneath it.
Road turtles and rumble strips are what God has graciously placed alongside of us to use as we travel through this world. They may not literally look like the ones we see every day on our drives, but they are there. They are His word and the Holy Spirit. If we welcome them, spend time with them, and allow them to flank us, they work together with our conscious to help us make good decisions. We can trust His untangled view of our lives
I am learning, will you join me? I would love to hear your thoughts on this.
Until We Chat Again,
Crystal
They demonstrate that God’s law is written in their hearts, for their own conscience and thoughts either accuse them or tell them they are doing right. - Romans 2:15
