Prodigal: We have to keep moving.

Me: I know but I want to share as we walk.

Prodigal: You can go ahead then.

This is from the book Where Angels Walk by Joan Wester Anderson

One mother and her little daughter were walking down the street when, a few feet from a wall, the child stopped. The mother urged her on, but the child seemed rooted to the spot. Suddenly there was a crash–the wall had fallen. Had they gone on, they undoubtedly would have been crushed to death. Pale with fright, the woman asked her daughter why she had stopped at that precise moment. “Didn’t you see that beautiful man, dressed in a long white gown, Mommy?” the child asked. “He stood right in front of me so I could not go on.”

Thus saith the LORD of hosts; If thou wilt walk in my ways, and if thou wilt keep my charge, then thou shalt also judge my house, and shalt keep my courts, and I will give thee places to walk among these that stand by.

Zechariah 3:7

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org