When You Find Yourself At A Stop

When you find yourself at a stop | La La Lovely

Two stops signs every. single. day.  One at the start of the woods and the other at the end. Two, three way stops that I’ve rolled through most of my life.

I’m at a figurative stop.  It’s funny because I thought . . .

When you find yourself at a stop | La La Lovely

Two stops signs every. single. day. One at the start of the woods and the other at the end. Two, three way stops that I’ve rolled through most of my life.

I’m at a figurative stop. It’s funny because I thought . . .

I was about to get the green to go.  I’ve kept a good pace and was ready to hit the open roads.  I’ve been dreaming of those wide open spaces.  Not exactly sure what kind of wonder the wide would hold other then the idea of wind in my hair, sun on my face, and a view not quite like anything I have ever seen before.

Perhaps I’m just on a detour?

Maybe you are on one too?

A few more mornings through the woods.

The past few weeks, I’ve been thinking the stop is just that, a S-T-O-P.  Car in park.  Maybe even, turned off.  But, it’s not.  I can’t roll through this stop, but I don’t have to stay still for long.  You don’t either.

One.  Two.  Three.

Right?  Left?  Straight ahead?

A stop is a pause, and in the pause a choice can be made as to which direction we take.

I can turn right, left, or go straight, at my three way stops, and still get to the same destination.  It’s just different routes.  If turning right was the wrong route, perhaps left is the way you are to take.  Right can same right, but could it be that left is the right way, this time?  Maybe it’s just straight ahead.  Take the pause.

One.  Two.  Three.

Then push the pedal, again.

I’m in the pause.  One.  Two.  Not quite at the three.  I don’t know if I’ll take a left or a straight ahead.  But the wide open space is ahead.  I imagine it.  Wind in my hair.  Sun on my face.  I just don’t imagine that the I’ll get there the way I was imagining.

We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his door to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God’s grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise.  Romans 5:2

Before I push the pedal, I’m throwing open the doors to God, again. Everyday, I throw the door open.  The right, the left, the straight ahead really don’t make any directional difference.  Throwing the doors open is the way to the wide open space.

After the pause, the throwing the door open, the pushing of the pedal, we will find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand – you and me – out in the wide open space of grace and glory, standing tall – wind in our hair, sun on our face shouting, “thank you, it’s better than I imagined.”

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Responses

  • keisha cory
    Commented on December 4th, 2015 at 5:46am

    you are my soul sister. i know this place so well. now I’m at yield… yield,, yield.. I just want to be on the open road

  • Trina
    Commented on December 4th, 2015 at 11:01am

    We are def soul sisters and I miss you!!!!!!!!!! I know this place of yield, too. xo. t

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