Waiting. I am a speck of dust, following the will of the Father. His fiery red eye burns down from above. Who can cross Him? Who can question His power? Waiting. Some deny His authority, but deep down inside, they know it is real. He is sovereign over the ways of men. He guides and directs all the affairs of this life. “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.” Waiting. The eye of the Lord looks upon me, and I quake. How can I go, or how can I come, if it is not in His plan? How can I deviate from the course set before me? If a man strive against the Lord, shall He succeed? Waiting. Will I rebel? Judgment will be swift. The Almighty God’s servants are throughout the earth, ready to enforce His law. Would I escape? Waiting. I see His justice, but my heart is so desperately wicked! How can I await His direction? My whole being strives to throw off His authority, and yet I know I strive in vain. Waiting. “O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Seeing red, I have been blind. I have not been able to see the green pastures for which I have always been destined, waiting.

Hoooonnnnk! “The light’s green, idiot!” I thank him for the reminder. And as I accelerate through the intersection, I smile, for I now can see what green truly is.