With hands on the keyboard, I was ready to write,
With plans piled up and my intentions just right.
But buzzes and beeps and a knock on the door—
Made my focus go Poof! and drop to the floor.
Some distractions sparkled and grinned ear-to-ear.
They whispered, “Come this way. It’s better here.”
They promised me shortcuts, a sweeter way,
But stole what I needed for my work today.
Some tripped me gently—my eyes growing sore—
As my fingers went elsewhere, my creativity poor.
I huffed and I puffed. I groaned while sitting there,
Remembering the burden I was called to bear.
I leaned on the One who gives strength when I’m weak,
Who steadies my steps when my future looks bleak.
“Just take the next step,” the Lord quietly says.
“Keep following me, and you’ll exit this maze.”
Are bumps in the road always bad? Well, no—
They can be lessons telling me when to go slow.
A pause here, a detour there, a stop sign or two,
Can guide me to better places that I never knew.
When plans fall apart, and my schedule is skewed,
I ask, “Is this something I’m meant to elude?”
This unavoidable pain, bothersome delay, or surprise,
Could be God’s gift to unwrap—a blessing in disguise.
As I walk with the Lord, one step at a time,
The mountain ahead isn’t too much to climb.
For distractions will help me as I follow his way—
Where detours can lead me to what’s needed today.
