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Stop Lights

According to my, not too in depth or lengthy, research, the average person, during their lifetime, waits at a stop light for THREE YEARS!! I KNEW IT!! It is NOT my imagination!

As I sat at one this afternoon I brooded over the Brazilian’s lack of understanding regarding the timing of said lights. I am always “commenting” about such things while driving. It has come to the point where Dawn tells me that God is going to put me in charge of the transit system in heaven! THANKS DEAR (through clenched teeth).

God’s direction seems like a traffic light at times doesn't it? You ask him for something in plain English, or whatever your mother tongue, and... ZIP! NADA! Nothing happens.

There is, however, always a willing and kind soul to tell you, (In a whining tone) “God answers in three ways: Yes, No and wait!” O HUSH dear (through gnashing teeth).

I don’t often like “No” for an answer. Nor do I want to wait. I like, “Ok son here you go. I have been working on this for some time now and have just been waiting for you to ask for it!”

God sees the BIG picture. He has an overview of all of my situations, fears and pleas. His plan is to use my stuff, woven together with other people's stuff, those who make up my life’s tapestry, and turn all that stuff into a Masterpiece that brings him glory.

In our recent move we discovered that our house is wired for 220. A friend who lives about five hours from me decided to help me do some rewiring over Skype. As I juggled a screwdriver and my tablet, with a flashlight in between my teeth, he walked me through the process. When I took the cover off the electrical panel I heard him say, “OH MY!” I nearly swallowed my mini Mag!

That tapestry was an awful mess. There were wires everywhere. I got a couple of pokes and pops throughout the two hour ordeal. It was a tricky business.

Lives are often like that panel. Twisted and tangled with sin, vices and other things too fierce to mention. If you knew every possibility of every situation you have encountered or will encounter, your head would be doing the twisting and turning.

Mind you, God is not the least bit confused about the whole process. He is simply working “All things together for his glory”. He has it all worked out. It is just that, at times, he lets us see how complicated life is and how helpless we are. He wants us to know that we need him. So, he sends a stop-light. So, what does all of this have to do with you? Ask your wife. She knows.

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