Direction. I struggle every day with making time to seek direction. It's not that I don't know where to find it, I do. It's just that when it's as clear as the name on a road sign I have no problem. But sometimes I find myself wandering. Wandering is not the greatest thing for a Christ One to find herself doing (think of the Israelites). No, I don't want to be found wandering without direction. So, when I lose sight of the road sign, I'm often shown a pre-sign. You're familiar with it I'm sure. It's eight sided (otherwise known as octagonal in case you thought I didn't know the word), red with white, and the five letters emblazoned on the front give the direction that precedes all directions. STOP.
What is it we teach our children to do when they get lost in the forest? Hug a tree. Is it because we want them to bond with nature during this traumatic moment? Of course not, we want them to STOP. "Don't wander." "Call out to me and listen for my voice."
We have a loving Father who wants us to find our way. When we are wandering, he wants us to stop. He wants us to listen. "I'm listening Abba."