Lord, Send Me a Sign...But Maybe Not That One

We’re Holy Rollin’ across the country in an RV—and Jesus better take the wheel before I swerve for another roadside attraction.

This morning I asked the Lord for a sign.

And not ten seconds later, D-Lo pointed out the window at a crooked billboard that read: EXIT NOW for the World’s Most Haunted Cornfield. Featuring Live Chickens and Demonic Screaming Every Hour on the Hour!

And y’all… I almost took the exit.

Because sometimes what looks like a “sign” might just be an invitation to make a mess. And sometimes what doesn’t look fun at all might be the one that leads you straight to your calling.

God talks through signs, sure. But He ain’t in every carnival tent with a fog machine and a Groupon.

I stayed on the road. But just as I was patting myself on the back for staying the course, the next billboard hollered:

LIVE ARMADILLO WRESTLING AHEAD – FREE T-SHIRT FOR WINNERS!

D-Lo leaned in, smacked her gum, and said,
Now that’s a sign I can get behind. Any spiritual detour that comes with merch? I say we pray on it at the exit ramp.

Let’s just say I white-knuckled the steering wheel and whispered,
Okay Lord, but next time, could You maybe put it on a Chick-fil-A billboard just to be clear?

Something to think about:
Are you following the signs God sends…
or just the ones that come with snacks and neon lights?

How’s your Holy Rollin’? 🚐✨