Yesterday, a friend of mine encouraged me to go for prayer walks… “take baby steps” so today was the second night I went on the streets of Telford praying, and focusing.  It’s been a blessing.  Really.  No big expectations except to meet with God.

Tonight it was fresh after a rain, memories of the last time i walked these same streets barefoot at night after a rain came rushing back to me.  But this time it was different.  Last time, i was “chasing after” a human to try desperately to redeem my own actions.  This time I was chasing after God, acknowledging that He alone is right, good and my source of peace.

About 3 doors down from the end of my walk, I came to a traffic light.  The red hand had just started flashing and I knew that I shouldn’t walk.  BUT I CHOSE TO CROSS ANYWAY. Well, the car nearby could tell I was debating, and as he turned right behind me, out the window i hear a voice of truth.  “The red light means don’t cross.”

It’s really often that in a hurry I can’t stand those extra few moments of waiting.  Everybody knows that yellow lights mean “speed up” not “slow down”.  Yet, I daily choose the quick way rather than the holy way, and sometimes it takes something big to convince me of my own wrongdoing.  The last few moments of my walk were filled with guilt, for being so impatient.  As I mediate the question “what other areas of my life do i exhibit impatience?”

How can you choose the holy way over the quick way today?