Yellow Lines

Grom and I took my sister to the train today. It was Grom's first trip to the train station. I can't imagine why I haven't thought about taking the boy who chugs through my house making train noises to see a real train.  You can bet we'll be back.

The timing of my sister's train was perfect.  The southbound train arrived and left and then her northbound train arrived.  Grom was able to get on the train for a couple of minutes to see the inside.  I can't recall a time when he was more joyful.  He was ecstatic.  A big smile was permanently installed on his face.

We had some time to wait for the train.  Quickly he figured out how the train station worked - that there were tracks that the trains would be riding on.  He intuitively knew that he was supposed to stay behind the yellow line.  No train in sight and he would get very upset if we got anywhere near the line.

It made me think about the yellow lines God paints in my life.  Yellow the color of warning and caution.  His Word is full of warnings to heed.

So often though I find myself inching closer to the line instead of standing way back. 

Father, give me a fresh desire to know Your heart, to know Your Word, to heed Your warnings.  I want to be holy and wholy Yours.

All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16-17