Has someone ever said something to you - and although you know you should look at it like that grain of sand that turns into a pearl . . .
all you see
is that damn grain of sand.
Those moments are pivotal - the "y" in the road - the next step will alter life forever.
What my mom says is true. wise. thoughtful. said because she cares. said because she worries. and also said because she is imperfect.
I hear you. But mom, I don't want to listen. You can still tell me "no" but now I'm old enough to make my own decision. You can't "stop" me per-say. And now we both worry.
You worry because you hope and pray I'll make the right choice.
I worry because I know right from wrong and this feels gray.
And I acknowledge the battle. I acknowledge the temptation. I acknowledge that if it truly were ok I wouldn't be torn between the choice. But it isn't the time to fight. It's time to listen to my mom. to my heart. to the still small voice I so desperately want to hear. And I acknowledge - that in this moment God is responding to my cry for Him by asking me to let go of myself.
I turn off the light.
and I weep.
I pray, that when the moment comes to respond, that You will help me make the choice I know I need to make.