Stay on my Side of the Street

​I shared a room with my younger sister for most of my childhood.
When older siblings moved out, rooms became available.
My younger sister and I were not alike, the odd couple. I wanted the room neat and the bed made, and she kept the room opposite. I'd boss her around.
Here is how that has played out in my life. I provide unwanted, unsolicited advice. I was made aware of this tendency, and the phrase, "I need to stay on my side of the street" became a great reminder.
The Lord makes me aware of my thoughts. When my thoughts become obsessive about people and their problems, this is the cue,
"I need to stay on my side of the street" and start praying.
God is God, and I am not. When my thoughts start down a path like a runaway freight train, He needs to get control of my thoughts and lead me. He will show me how He wants me to pray.
If I'm invited to cross the street, I must consider it a privilege.
I can pray and ask God for wisdom. I can pray with the person.
Keep in step with the Spirit.
I can listen, pray, and allow others the space to hear from God.
I’m not their Holy Spirit because there is only ONE of those- thankfully!