I’m very excited to again this week join a talented group of women who connect each Friday in an online, unedited (so excuse all errors) flash mob free-write based on a one-word prompt from our fearless leader Kate Motaung. My timer is set for 5 minutes; let’s see where the word “green” takes me.

I don’t care for red lights. I don’t want to stop on my journey, lose my momentum. 

I don’t care much for yellow lights, either. There’s always that question. Do I have time to go through before the light turns red? Because, you know, I really don’t care for red lights.

My favorite traffic lights are the green ones. When I head out to go somewhere, I am hopeful that the string of traffic lights I will inevitably encounter as I go from our home into town will all be green. And when I’m driving in town, I’m thankful to approach a traffic light and see that it’s glowing green. There’s no question, nothing to consider — I can continue on my journey.

I appreciate green lights in my daily life as well. Green lights from God, that is. Oh, He certainly gives me some green lights. His Word is crystal clear clear on the many things I should do — tithe, cease from gossip, etc. etc.

But all too often, I face situations which the Bible doesn’t specifically address. A few years ago, I was faced with the decision — retire or continue teaching. Stop . . . or go.

In the past year or so, I’ve pondered another “should I stop or should I go” situation. And so far, despite lots of prayer and reading Scripture and considering those options, the answer still isn’t clear. Heck, it isn’t even murky. I don’t have a clue whether I should stop or continue.

I’ve been on pause, sitting at a yellow light for a few months, but I decided this week to proceed as if the light is green and see what God’s response is at the next intersection.