“It’s my way or the highway.”

You’ve heard that phrase before, right? And maybe you’ve said it — not always with words, but certainly with attitude. I know I have.

One of the blessings of growing older (and there are many, trust me) is that experience teaches us a few things, even causes a mellowing of certain views, convictions and expectations. I used to believe that my way was the only way. Oh, my! Who made me God? I’m grateful that every day my grip on imposing my way on people around me seems to be loosening.

I also used to believe that every decision I needed to make in life had to be placed before God so that He could show me the way to go, give me the direction I needed. But, somewhere along the path, I figured this out:

If I just stop, drop and listen, I’ll find that God is already showing me the way.

In my reading from Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest today, his words from a century ago confirm my revelation.

“At critical moments it is necessary to ask guidance, but it ought to be unnecessary to be saying always “O Lord, direct me here, and there.” Of course He will! If our common-sense decisions are not His order, He will press through them and check; then we must be quiet and wait for the direction of His presence.”

Do you need to choose a path today? Are you wondering which way to go? Quiet your heart and listen for the direction of His presence. His way IS the high way.

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I’m writing for five quick minutes today on the prompt WAY and linking up with a community of writers sharing thoughts on the same word. You can catch up with them here.