Would you please pray with me that I wouldn't jump ahead of God?
The reason I say all this is because AFTER putting slide images of all the pictures into the computer; turning Daddy's corner room shed of sorts into a semblance of order; and remembering then reorganizing everything from writing I'd started 18 years ago and re-writing 40 pages of it...God seems to be slamming on the brakes.
I mean, it's a pretty sad thing if an athlete trains for months for an important meet then gets disqualified for jumping out of the starting blocks early! (No; this isn't a photograph of a historic Olympic race in which that happened; it's a picture taken during Daddy's coaching days at Coaldale High.
At first, it was confusing, to say the least. Didn't God want me to go forward now, I wondered.
But for some reason, He seems to want me to get a CLEAR HANDLE on everything that's happened up 'til this segment and go no further. Actually, I see His wisdom in making me wait even the 18 years since the last time I left off writing.
I shared with another friend how God knew someone would give me permission to write about something which, at the very beginning had told me I could not write about: unbelievers wouldn't understand. They died in the 18 years. (So did the Christians they might've been upset with!)
We can never question God's ways. Okay Lord--18 days, 18 months, another 18 years--it's Your timetable. Help me not to jump the gun.
