Through My Windshield

I drove into Athens a few days ago. As I drove I passed a cemetery with a very downcast looking older man sitting on a tombstone and my heart yearned within me to stop. I didn't.

I drove further and passed a broken down car on the side of the road, further down I passed a guy and girl about my age walking. Again I thought, "I should stop." I didn't.

I reasoned to myself that I was alone, it could be dangerous. All the things you're told growing up. Things I wholeheartedly agree with. But at some point you have to step out. You have to trust that you do actually hear God and He's with you. I guess I don't really believe that yet. I fully trust God to speak to people, just not necessarily me.

So as I drove along in my head I was screaming "You're such a hypocrite" and yeh I am. My prayer became "Lord don't give up on me, I want to be available for You." So I'm keeping my eyes and heart open for another chance and praying for the courage to step out.