My Shoes Are Muddy

I read Proverbs every day- well, most every day, and usually a verse reaches out and grabs me. Sometimes it might be a favorite one that I just like to reread and sometimes it might be one I've never paid much attention to before. Today there has been one that just won't leave me alone.

When you walk, your steps shall not be hampered [your path will be clear and open];
and when you run, you shall not stumble. Proverbs 4:12

I experienced another (minor) setback today and dwelling on that here would not change a thing. I tried to talk to the Lord about it and all I could come up with were words to a song: You are God in Heaven and I am here on earth, so I'll let my words be few. I mean really... who am I to complain when things don't follow my plan?

And just what exactly is my plan? Does it line up with His?
Am I just killing time until HE catches up with ME?

Deep thoughts, people, for a Thursday night.

It does seems like, for quite some time, my life has been the exact opposite of that verse. My steps are hampered. The path is muddy. I stumble over every branch in the road. Does that mean I've taken a wrong turn? Did I read the map wrong? Has the GPS failed me once again?

GPS= Global Positioning System

or

GPS= God Positioning System

If I'm on the global circuit, there's an easy explanation. I've had our own GPS take me down a wrong road one too many times. If I'm on the God track... well, He's certainly not the one out of whack.

Consider well the path of your feet, and let all your ways be established and ordered aright. Proverbs 4:26

What Do You Think?

Kids and the f-word, I just don't get.

Church kids and the f-word, I really don't get.

“May the words of my mouth

 and the meditation of my heart

 be acceptable to You, LORD,

 my rock and my Redeemer.”

 Psalm 19:14

And yet these are the same kids that will be quick to point out

 Don't Judge Me.

judge (verb): to form an opinion about through

careful weighing of evidence

 and testing of premises

What do you think?

Does the use of profanity reflect the heart,

or is it simply a reflection of one's environment?

Can a kid jump up and down in a youth service,

use the f-word in both the written word and speech,

and still keep their testimony and glorify God?

Don't get me wrong.

I know this applies to grown-ups.

I understand how a kid learns that word to begin with.

It just makes me sad.

It disheartens me.

And it makes me write.

I love young people.

I love how they love God.

I love them even when I hear or read those words.

You can really tell me what you think.

Just leave the f-word out of it, please.

And a disclaimer to my mom who will read and worry and wonder, this does not in any way refer to your grandchildren (although we know anything can, and usually does, happen).