It’s evidently clear when God places me in a space,
Where that conversation or connection was made for His purpose.
But, He pushes towards places I’d rather run from.
And those are the spaces and places in which I learn most about myself.
As we rounded the corner my eye’s fixated on the plump brown mass dashing across the winding road. Muscles tensed in preparation for the audible confirmation that my little mouse friend was no more. I’ve never understood why animals insist on crossing roads, don't they understand the tires are lethal? But, the road is paved - clear of any obstacles. Why not take the risk and avoid the longer route? Take the easy way, says the ego.
No, you don’t get to pout and punish him with mysterious silence. Aside from the obvious of your behavior being totally unattractive, he actually doesn’t know somethings bothering you. Until you speak up he will continue bumping around in the dark, and in his eyes you're just a moody brat at the moment.