Orange Cone Season

Construction season has begun in Utah, although most of the time it seems as though it merely never ends. As spring progresses into summer, and the flowers bloom, and allergies increase, inevitably the number of orange cones exponentially increase for every car that is trying to past them. I came into this summer expecting to have a lax summer working, and hiking and just basking in the greatness of being 1/3 of the way done with my college career. But as each day progresses and the days get hectic, I have started to see little orange cones popping up in my path and redirecting my course.

Some days these seem less like little orange cones, redirecting me around a puddle, and more like gigantic barrels blocking my path with big blinking lights stating “don’t go there.” Some of these are tangible signs, where others are internal.

The Lord has been doing major construction on my heart the past few months as he molds some relationships back together and others he creates a barrier thick enough that my sights are lost beyond it. God has molding my passions, my desires, and my priorities. He has given me insights to see his plan for my life as I attempt to achieve it without making the mistake of speeding through a construction zone.

I have come to realize that these zones of construction in my life, though they are always productive they at many times can be very painful, but good night are they a blessing.

Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

{Frances Ridley Havergal}