Stopping

I was on a path, blindfolded. The path was straight so I had no fear of bumping in to anything, but I wasn't moving. Well, it's like a month ago God took off the blindfold and I look back only to realize that I WAS moving and I'd moved really far! But now the path is twisted and it has all these turns and I can see WHERE I need to go.....but God won't let me move yet. He whispers in my ear, "Wait." It's like I'm at a stoplight before getting on the freeway. You know how it doesn't turn green until you come to a full and complete stop? But you don't want to stop because that will make it that much harder to speed up to join the cars on the freeway. I haven't come to a full and complete stop, but I can't cross that line until I do. I'm trying, but I just can't seem to find the brake.....sigh