I kept going. I felt a pulling in me to stop. Just stop and be still, Stacy. But, I didn’t. I just got frustrated. Frustration led to stagnation and self-doubt. I always strive for growth in life–I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t growing.
It was then, I called out to the One who I should have sought in the first place. It was as though I felt His hands on my shoulders forcing me to stop. I stopped. I breathed. I let go.
I began to pray more fervently. The sermon on the following Sunday was for me, it really was. God was telling me what I needed to hear. He never left me. He was there all along telling me to stop. I just refused to follow His lead. I was like a toddler running away from their parent who was only trying to get them to stop long enough to get their shoes on so they could get out the door.
I forgot the importance of getting ready before my next adventure. Duh. My feet need shoes if I am going to run the race marked out for me.