When those trucks passed the school, the teacher lost my attention. When I was seated on the river-side of the school building, my teacher’s efforts were much more profitable to my learning experience. Trucks still grab my attention, but the years have taught me pay less attention because they are not for me.
Our imagination absolutely disrupts the purpose of God for our lives. They are like a mirage in the desert of life. Don’t pay attention to them, just focus on getting out of this mess.
Let your eyes look directly forward, and your gaze be straight before you. Ponder the path of your feet; then all your ways will be sure. Do not swerve to the right or to the left; turn your foot away from evil.
I say this for your own benefit, not to lay any restraint upon you, but to promote good order and to secure your undivided devotion to the Lord.
The smell of spent diesel had my heart, but now God does.
Give it some thought.
Gary