If you try to walk home alone, you might get lost. When I was three years old, we were waiting for my dad to finish talking to everyone after church. Being impatient (and impetuous), I thought that he was taking much too long, and took it upon myself to walk home instead. On the way there, I took a wrong turn at a fork in the road and got lost. Sometimes, it's just better to wait on your Father.
Every time my mother tells this story it makes me laugh. Can you imagine my teeny tiny three-year-old self, bedecked in my Sunday best traipsing down the road, determined to take myself home because my father was simply taking much too long for my tastes? Hilarious. Stop for a minute, and picture it, and laugh.
It's not like I didn't know that my father was going to take us home, because I did. My problem was that he was doing it in his timing, and not in mine. I didn't think it was worth it to wait on my father's timing, so I tried to do it according to what I thought was best. And for a time, things went well, but at the end of it all, it took much longer for my parents to find me and rescue me from my adventure, than it would have taken for me to just wait.
Part of this walk with God is trusting that He knows what he's doing, in understanding that His timing is always better than if we tried to do things on our own. So learn from my experience as a little kid, and wait for God's timing, or you might take the wrong fork in the road.
And if you've learned this lesson before, take a moment to laugh at the silliness of your immature self, if you would like to.
Be blessed and shine under God's guidance!