Key Verse: “So follow the steps of the good, and stay
on the paths of the righteous.” (v.20)
Big Idea: No one plans to ruin their life—it happens
by drifting onto the wrong path and staying there too long.
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I arrived groggier than usual that morning, like
I’d slept under water. The café felt brighter than I wanted it to—sunlight
spilling across the floor, the smell of fresh espresso hanging warm and sweet
in the air. People laughed. A grinder roared. Life was loud and moving forward,
while I felt… paused.
Solomon was already seated near the window, boots
planted, linen shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked up from his coffee, smiled
with that calm familiarity that always felt like he could see ten steps ahead
of me.
“You look like someone standing at a crossroads,”
he said gently.
He slid his weathered leather notebook toward me
and opened it. Two paths filled the page. One curved gently downhill, wide and
smooth. The other was narrower, uneven, marked by footprints worn deep into the
ground.
“Proverbs two,” he said. “isn’t about
temptation—it’s about destinations.”
He leaned back, tapping the table once.
“Solomon—me—wrote this to explain how lives actually unravel. Not suddenly.
Gradually. Desire whispers. Compromise negotiates. And before you know it,
you’re far from where you meant to be.”
The café door opened, and a woman stepped inside
like she wasn’t sure she belonged anywhere. Rachel. Her eyes scanned the room,
tired and guarded. Solomon noticed her instantly.
“Rachel,” he said, standing. “Come sit with us.”
She hesitated, then nodded. Her hands trembled
slightly as she wrapped them around her cup. Silence stretched.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” she
finally said, obviously flabbergasted. “I wasn’t trying to destroy my marriage.
Or myself.”
Solomon didn’t interrupt. He waited.
“It started small,” she continued. “A
conversation. Feeling seen. Feeling alive again.” Her voice cracked. “Then came
the flirting. Then secrecy. Then intimacy.”
“I thought I was choosing happiness. I kept
telling myself I could stop anytime.”
Solomon turned the notebook toward her. “That’s
exactly what this passage describes,” he said softly. “The path never
advertises the ending. It promises connection, relief, pleasure, fulfillment.
And it delivers—at first.”
The world seemed to slow. Cups clinked in the
distance. Steam drifted upward like time had decided to pause.
“But if the door isn’t closed,” he continued, “the
path keeps walking you. And eventually, it leads to loss—trust, peace,
self-respect, sometimes everything.”
Rachel stared at the page. “I wish I’d known when
to stop.”
“You did know,” Solomon said kindly. “You just
didn’t comply.”
He pointed to verse twenty. So follow the steps of
the good, and stay on the paths of the righteous.
“Notice the word,” he said. “Stay. Wisdom isn’t a
dramatic rescue at the edge of a cliff. It’s choosing the same faithful
direction again and again—especially when another road looks easier. Staying
for the long haul.”
He glanced at me. “This isn’t about men or women.
It’s about humans. Desire isn’t evil. But unguarded desire is impatient. And
impatience always charges interest.”
Rachel wiped her eyes. “Now my husband barely
looks at me. My kids don’t trust me. And the man I thought cared?” She shook
her head, “Gone!”
“Is there a way back?” she whispered..
Solomon smiled—not triumphant, but tender. “There
always is. But the further you drift, the more painful the return.”
She stood a few minutes later, thanking him
quietly, then slipped out. Her empty chair felt louder than the grinder.
Solomon closed the notebook.
“Three things to remember,” he said, rising.
“First—no one plans destruction. Second—wisdom works best before the fall.
Third—the life you end up with depends on the path you stay on, not the
intentions you started with.”
Then he was gone.
What? Proverbs
2:16–22 teaches that unwise paths lure us slowly with false promises, while
steady faithfulness leads to life.
So What? Because
most pain isn’t caused by one reckless choice, but by small compromises left
unchecked.
Now What? Identify
one door in your life that needs to be firmly closed—and take a concrete step
today to close it. Tight.
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