He doesn't always make the signs neon and flashing. Sometimes they're small and easily missed. There might even be signs you won't recognize until years later when you're looking back on the decisions you made that led you to where you are.
Friends, I'm sure I'm not alone; in a world filled with so many people, I can't be the only one who has this issue. We're all sinners who can't move past our need for control. We alienate ourselves, because we're afraid of rejection, afraid of not being "good enough" or "smart enough". We forget that He created us in His image; that He created us for a special purpose and will provide us with all the tools we need to be sucessful.
This is the first time in months I've had any desire to write. I fell off the blogging wagon, and when I fall off something I don't just slip off. Instead I'm as graceful as a ballerina with two left feet and a club leg. I swan dive off that wagon, get my toe caught on the edge and end up belly flopping down a rocky embankment, landing with a gooey splash in the slimy remnants of a paper mill's runoff.
Just like I will always be there to help my son up, or make him feel better when he is hurt or scared, I know the LORD is there for me. Loving me, caring for me, and silently giving me strength to make it through life. I might be crawling still when it comes to my FAITH, and I may crawl in circles at times, but I never stop moving or trusting that He will be there to lift me up when I need it.