Huge windows covering
two-thirds of each wall gave me a panoramic view of the scenery outside as I
ate lunch in the Japanese restaurant. The scene was full of life – people
moving here and there, mountains, a school yard, industry, a gas station – most
of which I wasn’t noticing because I was eating with a dear friend, my
granddaughter and my great granddaughter.
But then, out of the
corner of my eye, something caught my attention. Was that what I thought it
was, a stop sign moving down the road? A small hill blocked out all but the sign
itself. The sign appeared to float toward us. I blinked my eyes and it was
still there. I asked the other girls at the table, “Is that a stop sign?” Just
about then the Department of Transportation utility truck carrying the sign
high and proud above its cab moved into the picture and everything was
explained.
This incident reminded
me of another moving stop sign from years ago. My Daddy, an Irishman who loved
his ale, had stopped at the corner bar after work. As he headed home, he dead
centered a stop sign, leaving the indentation of the metal post from the grill
to the window. The next day Daddy told Larry (later to become my husband), “Larry,
I don’t know what happened. That stop sign just jumped out and hit me.”
What might God be
telling me through these two stories? What is the function of a stop sign? A stop
sign says to me, “This is as far as you can go without stopping to assess the
road ahead.” A stop sign presents a choice – be lawful and come to a complete
stop (obedience), don’t stop at all and suffer the consequences (disrespect for
the law, myself and others), or pretend I’m going to stop and then roll through
the stop sign at the last second (hypocrisy, trying to fool myself and others).
A moving stop sign is
of no use at all. It brings confusion. Child psychologists say that it is important
for children to know their boundaries. Though they may try to push the limits,
when the limits are enforced it gives children a sense of comfort and security.
In the adult world, pushing our boundaries farther out, one bad decision at a time,
soon brings disorder and destruction similar to a wreck caused from running a
stop sign. Can you imagine the chaos in a world with no stop signs?
Thankfully, God has
placed the Holy Spirit within me to whisper warnings to me when I get close to
stepping over the line. Just as if I were pulling up to a stop sign, I have
choices. Obedience is always the right choice and brings me joy. I don’t always
make the right choice, but I know what my choices are. When the options seem
constricting, Holy Spirit nudges me again with the truth that God has my best
interest at heart and His way is always the best way.
Look for the joy in your world today-
Cathy
We ought to have lunch more often so you can get more ideas...lol!
ReplyDeleteThat works for me! Thanks for your support and encouragement.
DeleteWonderfully told experience. Nice way you relayed it to our walk with God. As His child, I appreciate his boundaries.
ReplyDeleteThanks Holly! So glad you stopped by and told me how you feel about God's boundaries for you. God's best to you!
DeleteHis boundaries have always kept me safe. Even before I was a follower of Jesus I had others in my life who were Christians who showed me boundaries. I'm grateful for them now!
ReplyDeleteAnd that is what they are inteded to do. God knows us so much better than we know ourselves. He is faithful to guide and keep us safe. In the end, the choice is ours, but His desire is that we listen to Him and obey. Blessings on you today!
DeleteGreat post, Cathy. In my mind I kept hearing the Supremes singing, "Stop! In the name of love." LOL! But, isn't that the truth? It is God's love for us that gives us boundaries and it is our love for Him that causes us to trust and obey.
ReplyDeleteThat is funny - I did the same thing! Must be great minds thinking alike. Love your comment. Thanks for sharing with us. Blessings!
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