My dad was a wise man of few words (yes, Mr./Ms. Smarty.  My mother was a talker.  That answers that genetic question.)  I remember a conversation with him about a new thoracic surgeon named Nelson Kraft, who had just arrived in Tallahassee.  He talked about what a great surgeon he was and how fortunate we were to have him in Tallahassee.  I said, “Dad, what makes one surgeon better than another?”  He said, “What do you think?”  I said, “Small hands?”  He said, “No.”  “Dexterity?”  “No.”  “Sharp eye?”  “No.”  He said, “THE MARK OF A GREAT SURGEON IS KNOWING WHEN NOT TO OPERATE.” 

            Going forward feels like progress but isn’t always progress.  Sometimes it’s heading for a cliff.  The wise people I admire are always moving forward but at a pace where stopping or changing directions is possible.  There will always be the Tiger Woods of the world who can stop his prodigious golf swing in mid-swing.  Most of us can’t do that, so we need a little slower pace.  Is there a decision you’d be better off not making right now?  Not sure?  Maybe it would be a good time to ask the Lord what He thinks and see what He says to your heart.