My ways are the ways of noise and hurry and crowds.

They are filled with schedules, deadlines, and missed appointments.

My ways are the ways of climb ~ push ~ shove.

My ways demand instant-gratification, instant-knowledge, instant-solutions,

and instant-contentment.

My way.

God's way.

God's ways are like the gentle pitter-pat of raindrops that disappear into my lawn.

His ways are like the stillness of the night ~ after my family is tucked in tight.

Lately... my ways HAVE NOT been His ways.

Seek the LORD while he may be found; call on him while he is near. Let the wicked forsake his way and the evil man his thoughts. Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him, and to our God, for he will freely pardon. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,

declares the LORD.

~ Isaiah 55:6-8