The Next Bus Stop

… Moving along the bus route, I wasn’t sure where I was going to take this next ride and this morning it was revealed to me.  I recently started praying around 3:00 am, I awaken and I have a little talk with God.  One day or evening it occurred to me I had not been on my knees.  Wow I thought to myself, I would always pray on my knees but it just had not occurred to me.  He would wake me between 3:18 and 4:30 and we would talk, I didn’t think to get out of bed and get on my knees.  One day the HS (Holy Spirit) reminded me that I should get on my knees and I said okay.  For days I continued the same pattern of behavior and while I was in the kitchen working on the computer I crossed my leg and hit my knee against the side of the table.  It was excruciating and for the next few days I felt pain intermittently.  Last night I had a dream, I was in a hotel with some old friends and they were indulging in other than moral behavior but I found that I did not have the presence of mind to leave.  As a result I too indulged and the she walked in.  We will call her Barb, Barb and I had been friends for over a decade.  Barb was an interesting individual at first meeting one would not particularly like Barb. She was violently honest which would always leave something to be desired. We seemed to be a perfect match I could feel safe with my brutal honesty and she had a place to learn to let her walls down.  However, her violent honesty basically pissed people off and the feedback they didn’t dare give to her they gave to me.  Several people all but begged me to sever my relationship with her.  But what folks didn’t know was that during the wee hours of the morning Barb would become vulnerable and she would cry so hard it made me hurt.  Moments like that overrode all the negative statements, all the divorce rhetoric and unnecessary statements I received from folk that in a previous life were liars, whores, killers, immoral and untrustworthy.  Now those upright productive members of society were enraged that I would maintain a relationship with someone who may still have some of those same behaviors we all had at one time or another.  So meanwhile back the hotel Barb walks in and she starts to clean up the mess.  Let’s talk about the mess for a moment.  Years ago I had made a decision that would “mess” up my life.  Barb was one of the 3 or 4 folks that I shared the truth (partially) about what I had done.  At first she was sympathetic to my plight and somewhere in-between her inability to accept the destiny that was placed before me and my inability to change the trajectory of my journey I think she lost her ever loving mind.  She was determined to be my God, Savior and Holy Spirit.  She exposed me to world and to my parents and that outraged me.  Now I could take the advice of those “friends” that were nowhere to be found when I got off the bus.  You see when one is traveling the highways and byways of this thing called life we encounter all kinds folks.  Some are our teachers, some are distractions and some will come and go.  Only when we are “centered” can we fully acknowledge and become aware of each “rider’s” role as they enter and exit the bus.  Barb is cleaning and I am trying to get ready for an interview.  I am able to exit the hotel only after many unsucessessful attempts.  I find myself outside on the road and I need to cross the street so I can get on the bus.  On this road are hundreds okay well maybe like 30 enormous tractor trailers and the weather is horrible.  There does not seem to be a crossing or even a break where I can jet across the street to catch the bus. I’m running alongside the trucks and it appears that they are deliberately hindering me from crossing the street.  To my surprise there He is, a Helper.  He came from out of no-where and started showing me how and when I could cross the street to catch my bus so that I could make my next interview.