The morning commute to school…

You know those days where you wake up and you feel like you’re already behind with everything you need to do? And the panic you feel makes you just a little bit crazy because I have to do all the things!

That was my morning. AND, people seemed to be driving like it was their first time behind the wheel. Our normally very skilled crossing guard was off her game directing traffic at the busy school intersection. The red lights just. wouldn’t. change. and my GPS seemed to be directing me to every. single. one. of. them.


(some of you are very glad right now you don’t live in Los Angeles…)

At one of those red lights, a few angry outbursts in, I finally I realized the state of my heart was a little…not OK…and paused.

Lord, what is wrong with me? I feel like something is cutting me off from You.

Then came the nudge, the reminder in my heart– I needed to offer my day (and its demands) to the Maker and Sustainer of Everything. To Jesus. He alone knows what truly needs to be done today, and when, and for whom. Taking everything on myself was too much for me — I couldn’t even control something as small as a traffic light!

But by faith I could trust HIM to work it all out, to guide me to what truly needs to be done.

Have you ever tried to live this way? Take a moment with the Lord and tell Him the day is His, laying aside your will and desires as of secondary importance, and ask Him to put on your heart whatever HE knows you need to do at any given moment. And then follow the flow of His leading.

“Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be added to you as well.” Matthew 6:33

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