Stop Signs and Red Lights

Few people in this world dislike stop signs more than me. I know they’re helpful and all, but gosh dang they are ANNOYING. You have to stop, literally stop, your driving for a few seconds before moving again. Of course, some people don’t stop at all. But, I do. Maybe that’s why I dislike them so much. I actually try to obey the laws of traffic.

Or red lights. Who likes red lights other than girls putting on their makeup or people checking a text? Red lights are especially annoying if you’re in a hurry. Oh gosh. If you’re in a hurry, forget stop signs OR red lights. You might as well think the Earth is tumbling down in the form of traffic signs.

Now, let’s get symbolic about this.

Sometimes, God puts stop signs and red lights in front of me. And I wait at them for hours, days, weeks.

I can break the law and try to keep moving forward, but God is all, “No. You’re going to stop. You aren’t going to slide or drift. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you stop and PAY ATTENTION TO ME.”

And you know what’s helpful about stopping everything to get done what God needs you to get done? It works. It’s life saving. It’s revitalizing.

Without stop signs or red lights, the road would be way dangerous. And sometimes we try to ignore those stupid signs and lights because we think we’re in a hurry. One time, I ran a red light because I was so used to having a green light whenever I crossed the road. Of course there was a cop to stop me. Of course.

If you don’t stop and get done what God needs you to get done, don’t be surprised if He puts a stop sign or red light in front of you. He might even send someone (hopefully not a police officer) to lecture you on the importance of listening to Him.

Who knows? It just might be the thing you need.

Faith

A Trip to Burbank and Back Again

Note: the events in this post are very much real though they sound fictional because of the strangeness of my life.

There are days when everything goes wrong. You hit your knee on random things, you discover your car is broken, and then to top it off, someone demands you pay back a debt. But, on occasion, there comes a day rarer than Christmas when everything goes spectacularly well. Yesterday was one of those days.

A week ago, my father received a phone call from someone representing a film company asking him if he’d like to watch a movie and perhaps share it with the church. He agreed, and much to the egging on of my mother (thanks, mom!), asked if I could fly to California with him. To my delight, they said “yes.”

So, yesterday at noon, I was on my way to Burbank, California just to watch a movie. BIZARRE.

I just kept thinking about how random my life is. Like, seriously. Who in the heck goes on a three hour flight to Burbank just to watch a 2 hour film? Not only that, but after the film, you immediately get on a plane to fly BACK home. I’ve always wanted to do something of the sort and being able to accomplish my secret dream was pretty awesome, but I mean . . . come on . . . it’s bizarre.

Let me back it up a sec before I get too crazy here.

Yesterday, I was on a plane to Burbank with my father. When we arrived, a lovely girl a couple years older than me picked us up at the airport and drove us to the studio. THE MOVIE STUDIO. One of the “Big 5” movie studios. We parked in a real parking garage where all the movie producers and directors and important movie people park. We got a real pass to walk onto the studio. We went through security. And then we arrived. ONTO A REAL MOVIE STUDIO.

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Did I mention how my life is bizarre?

A bunch of interns/assistants guided us the entire time and even though I didn’t, I really wanted to ask, “So . . . do you think this is as cool as I think it is?” But I didn’t because I didn’t want to sound like a fangirl which I am most of the time. On the internet, I’m a total fangirl, not judged by other social recluses who are also secret fangirls. But in the person, I like to try and keep my cool because I’m a lady, dang it.

We walked onto a sidewalk which had a row of doors with numbers next to them. I’m assuming they are all small theaters. And then my dad, one of the interns, one of the assistants, and I got to watch the movie in one of those private theaters.

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Let me tell you something. Those seats were the most comfortable movie seats of my life. They were so comfortable that I didn’t even put my feet up during the movie because I thought secret security would say, “Hey you! Stop that! This seat costs more than your car!” Which it probably did.

the theater

I wish I could tell you how the movie was but I signed a contract saying I wouldn’t say anything about it so you’re out of luck on that. Also, I felt pretty fancy signing a contract because I was about to watch a movie only a few people had seen.

After the movie, we went straight to the airport. No hugs goodbye or tour or going to the bathroom. We left as soon as we had arrived. The whole time I just kept thinking, “God, what the heck are you doing?” Because this wasn’t just any other day in the book, it was a weird one. It was a day where you wonder what choices got you to where you are.

I’m not even lying when I say this is the fortune I got in a fortune cookie that day.

Goodbye, Burbank.

Most of the time, I think I know where I’m going. I think I know what’s going to happen in my future. Yesterday was a reminder that I literally have no idea what’s going to happen. But if God can do something as random as bring me to a private screening of a movie just for the heck of it, then what else is He going to do? All I can say is “thank you.” I’m so thankful that the Lord does random things like send us on a day trip to California. I love that He is always providing. I am so thankful because I am so sinful and am always running from Him. It always brings tears to my eyes knowing that God loves me, truly loves me. And He sees our secret dreams and knows when maybe we need a day where everything goes right, where we feel as though our hearts could burst at knowing His love. I don’t know how you think about all that, but I think it’s true and I think it’s amazing.

I just hope I never forget it. Not ever.

Faith